what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun. when it rises dripping from the sea when it falls like honey on the trees when it swallows up clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
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sometimes you wonder why you're here.
sometimes you feel as though you don't belong. why is the world so harsh you say. why is it so hard to be strong. big girls don't cry they say. is crying really a sign of weakness? saying you're not afraid when you are, saying you're fine when you're hurting, saying you can, when you know you can't, is that what it means to be brave? i don't want to be strong i don't want to be brave if it means lying to myself. let me be seen as weak without a backbone without a cause at least i'll be clean inside. do what you wanna do. |
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