What’s left, is sometimes all we see. Just bits and pieces. So, we think about what it used to look like, feel like and it’s smell. And everytime it brings us home.
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He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
what goes in must come out!!
You've survived what you thought would destroy you. Now...get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward...
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