my mother would say,
"Some people are moon
of a haunted night,
but child never forget
you're the wildflower
that grows without any light.
you shall grow,
you will grow,
you must grow
You must fight
to become the light
of the haunted night".
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
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