"...we fall, we hurt.
on our way down,
we pick so many things.
the betrayal, the regrets and
the sad truths that led us to that fall.
can you pick yourself up when you crash on the ground?
those tiny pieces of you, can you pick them up and mend you again?
one thing, don't fall on the same place that tripped you.
know when your seasons are grey.
don't be too blind to notice the black and white.
stay you
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
"...we fall, we hurt.
on our way down,
we pick so many things.
the betrayal, the regrets and
the sad truths that led us to that fall.
can you pick yourself up when you crash on the ground?
those tiny pieces of you, can you pick them up and mend you again?
one thing, don't fall on the same place that tripped you.
know when your seasons are grey.
don't be too blind to notice the black and white.
stay you
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