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The world is a cruel mistress One moment you could be plotting along the next you are through the wringer and back Fate is entirely random So, my friends Just keep going. Reality can be tough
Dear Me, You are strong, You are beautiful, You are capable, You are smart, You will get through this. Nobody can control you,
It's like im just pressing rewind, while stuck in the moment of pushing, pushing forward hoping not to get behind, It's like im just pressing rewind, only to feel in my conscious, "i got this don't let up,
Heaven is there. But do we even recognize it? Do we keep our heads lifted to notice what keeps the skies lit? If we don't, then what's the point of each footstep?