I sit here in August under the blue skies, wind constantly hitting my face, it feels like October. I close my eyes and I visualize the way my life use to be. All of the bad and the good, My childhood and my teenage years, with my family and my friends. I visualize the seasons changing year after year. And as I open my eyes...
I know I'm going to be okay.
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PoesíaWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
