“Gloomy. Dark Alleys. Wide valleys. Weak. Unsteady stance. A backward glance. Courage is when you learn to accept the misery of admitting defeat. Print your sorrows on a white sheet and wash it clean with my tears. Pretty is just a pretty word that turns dull through frequency. They say wishes are that of a child’s but I cannot separate dream from reality. I’m still here, scarred, uncanny.”
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