“I want to be remembered as someone
who used to lift other people’s spirits up,
when her own soul’s crawling its way down to hell
for thinking that that’s where she belongs.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
where do you belong?
“I want to be remembered as someone
who used to lift other people’s spirits up,
when her own soul’s crawling its way down to hell
for thinking that that’s where she belongs.”
