You are here reading this book, after crying a lot last night. Yet you decided to stay alive and face your issues with bravery. I congratulate you. You won the battle, not all superheroes go through till the end. You have the wound, covered with a dirty band-aid all that long, healing slowly. It is a work of art that has its own story within you. You went with everything, fell and stood. No matter how, outside, ugly you got to be; you are beautiful.
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
