No matter how many times I want to
There is something within me that screams to persist
A sort of power
A type of resilience
No matter how many times I fall into pieces
There is something inside of me screaming that this cannot be the end
That there is a purpose
That I can survive.
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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.
