kkaepjanggggg

          	Breathing, but barely feeling—.
          	A flicker still, in the dark it hides,
          	Faint and fragile, but it abides.
          	Can I make it? I’ve wondered too—
          	But even dust can bloom in dew.
          	
          	Life’s a weight, heavy and cold,
          	But somewhere within, a spark takes hold.
          	Tiny, trembling, but still it fights—
          	In the darkest depths, a glimpse of light.
          	
          	So maybe slow is still a pace,
          	And tired hearts can find their grace.
          	
          	~by me :)

kkaepjanggggg

@kkaepjanggggg thankyou <3
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Lisajennie93

@kkaepjanggggg   so beautiful
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kkaepjanggggg

          Breathing, but barely feeling—.
          A flicker still, in the dark it hides,
          Faint and fragile, but it abides.
          Can I make it? I’ve wondered too—
          But even dust can bloom in dew.
          
          Life’s a weight, heavy and cold,
          But somewhere within, a spark takes hold.
          Tiny, trembling, but still it fights—
          In the darkest depths, a glimpse of light.
          
          So maybe slow is still a pace,
          And tired hearts can find their grace.
          
          ~by me :)

kkaepjanggggg

@kkaepjanggggg thankyou <3
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Lisajennie93

@kkaepjanggggg   so beautiful
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