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m_d_hI was never taught to fight.
Never learned how to scrape knees
and call it growing,
never learned how to swallow pain
without choking on it later.
A shoe untied. A phone call. A choice.
Every little thing is the last straw,
except the camel never breaks—
it lies down in the dust
and waits for time to take.
Never learned how to scrape knees
and call it growing,
never learned how to swallow pain
without choking on it later.
A shoe untied. A phone call. A choice.
Every little thing is the last straw,
except the camel never breaks—
it lies down in the dust
and waits for time to take.