Life is made up of a series of events. The positive ones shape you to be everything you desired and keeps you striving for more.
The horrific events break you down and discard of what remains of you. Tearing through your life like a tornado, showing no mercy for you physically, mentally or Emotionally.
What your left with at the end of the day is someone you barely recognize. you feel less than human; almost as if you have died and your spirit is still roaming the earth, lost, searching for what once made you human and whole.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC
Life is made up of a series of events. The positive ones shape you to be everything you desired and keeps you striving for more.
The horrific events break you down and discard of what remains of you. Tearing through your life like a tornado, showing no mercy for you physically, mentally or Emotionally.
What your left with at the end of the day is someone you barely recognize. you feel less than human; almost as if you have died and your spirit is still roaming the earth, lost, searching for what once made you human and whole.
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