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Sometimes, I  realize that I am so fed up, I wanted to escape, free myself from the things that clutter, Untangle myself from the pain that lingers. Then I see myself in the mirror, I saw a reflection of a fighter. Making things right and her life better. Then, I find myself getting braver, even stronger than I thought I was. And now, I'm ready to face the world. Ready to face every struggle. Not halfhearted. Not confused. Knows where to stand. Knows her worth.
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Brave
Sometimes, I  realize that I am so fed up, I wanted to escape, free myself from the things that clutter, Untangle myself from the pain that lingers. Then I see myself in the mirror, I saw a reflection of a fighter. Making things right and her life better. Then, I find myself getting braver, even stronger than I thought I was. And now, I'm ready to face the world. Ready to face every struggle. Not halfhearted. Not confused. Knows where to stand. Knows her worth.
krizia-mae
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
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