My bones ache
They creak and groan with movement
Yet I am not old
I am worn

I am worn out
Wear and tear on my tissues has left me—
Yet I am not broken

I smile and laugh
Crinkles appear in my skin
Worn, fragile and thin—skin
I am my skin

My heart is not on my sleeve
It hides, too weak
Yet I am not weak

I am worn
I am fragile
I am thin skin
Yet I am here

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