i was confused, dont know wat to do
all i can grab are my own same hands
i felt weak, that was my weakest.
i decide not knowing wer it myt lead
it was foretold iwill fail, but i aim not to.
so i stand, with all that i have.
no choice but to trust my palms.
its ok, everythings gonna be alright.
i know it will, there myt be wounds that would never heal. but well, i know how to conceal.
i am a free soul, i hold my breathe coz its my own. no need to bother now, i can handle it. trust me. i will handle it. coz wen everyone tried to stoop on me, i can feel their heel burrying me but i can taste the soil of my growth…
its ok, everythings gonna be alright
*=)*
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