Maybe I can understand why my grandmother talks badly about men
Because someone caused irreparable damage to her
Because she thought she knew someone
And they ended up being a completely different person
I can understand why she relies only on herself
Other people are unreliable
They'll be there with words, but not actions
Or they'll destroy all trust you had in them
And leave your heart in a million pieces
I can understand why she doesn't need anyone
Because after the wreckage, you are the only one who must force yourself to keep living.
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Through My Looking Glass 🔬
RandomDie wêreld deur my oë, somtyds onderstebo. Ek skryf my siel uit, wanneer die trane die woorde na my stoep toe bring.
