Journals (poetry)
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Concluida mié, sep 25, 2019<5 mins
"The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go."
― C. JoyBell C.
(I honestly suck at descriptions. I apologise)
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