The past is where she
once lived.
But she has moved home
since then.
She loves every
moment;
every laugh she
feels now.
I heard she once thought,
‘You fail
to love yourself, dear.
Move home.’
So, she packed her bags.
She did.
But, left them there with
The past.
And went on to build
her dreams.
She believed and she
loved her.
It’s this that saved her
Her life
And she’s saving it
for life.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
The past is where she
once lived.
But she has moved home
since then.
She loves every
moment;
every laugh she
feels now.
I heard she once thought,
‘You fail
to love yourself, dear.
Move home.’
So, she packed her bags.
She did.
But, left them there with
The past.
And went on to build
her dreams.
She believed and she
loved her.
It’s this that saved her
Her life
And she’s saving it
for life.
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