"Life isn't always a clear and bright runway, it isn't always as clear as a crystal, sometimes there will be the times wherein you'll encounter shards of broken glass. I am not to comfort, but rest."
"Life has tacks, spears, and nails in it, even broken stairs and ropes sometimes there's nothing, but just darkness, it's never bad to rest."
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✉: This one's inspired by Langston Hughes poem Mother to Son, kinda this part.
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
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Write, My old Self. Write
बेतरतीब(completed and edited) Thoughts. Feelings. Etc. Crazy Potato era
