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twistedrope · 26-30, M
Whenever I think of words like that about luck I remember the depths of despair I've experienced.
I remember there was no god to help.
There was no hope.
There was no family.
There was no friends.
Only me, with my broken spirit, to struggle on.
And beauty suddenly fades as I can relax for a moment, to then move on again.
I remember there was no god to help.
There was no hope.
There was no family.
There was no friends.
Only me, with my broken spirit, to struggle on.
And beauty suddenly fades as I can relax for a moment, to then move on again.