Some days are happy. You are dancing.
Some days are okay. You are lying on bed.
Some days are hard. You just want to crib.
Some days are chaos,mess. You fail to even put them in words.And you survive through all of them. You come out alive. That's how strong you are. You will always manage to come out alive.
But that's also the people around you. Who make you realise your power. Who make sure you get up after you fall. Who themselves are fighting their demons. Still manage to help you out of your black hole.Some people just don't make you happy. But make sure you are alive.
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Thoughts of a Young Lady
RandomPhilosophical and poetic thoughts of a young lady on a fine evening or a late night or a scorching afternoon