The truest form of love is self love. A romance drawn apon personal reflection and detection of growth through the pain like the rose in concrete. Concrete. Life hasn't been that and yet here we are. The rest of our lives, dead eyed in our one way goggles. Definite tunnel vision. The view from the rest of the world is of optimism. Young, but old. Wise yet ignorant. A snowflake but a mere drop in the water.

But not you.

Your your own, not owned. No words describe the what we are, rather the concept does. And thats more than enough reason to be your own hero. Your own inspirion.


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