Three steps you took to become better,
Three times You felt like You would give up.
Three pieces of yourself that pieced your life together, all in an abyss of devine reality.
Three of yourself to hold on to each other,
For the three of you were the only survivors.
—N O T V A N T E
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C.PULLO {IV}✔️
PoesiaIn which I write of what could be pasts, presents, and futures; ©️NOTVANTE
