things align for a reason,

unknown of the purpose or reason,

within it, every crack and weakness is exposed

all the glory it ever had, just goes

but appreciate the fact that it came and went,

appreciating the fact that, there will be a development

of someone who aims to perfect themselves,

of someone who aims to be more than just a shelf,

empty with no purpose or vision or plan,

instead, she is filled with appreciation, gratitude so grand

that’s where her happiness lies,

not in the hands of man

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  1. Wow! This blog looks exactly like my old one! It’s on a entirely different topic but it has pretty much the same page layout and design. Great choice of colors!


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