It’s all about the first person you wanna tell good news to.
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(via permeate)
I cannot be anything else
Than myself
Don’t ask me to be more
Or less
I cannot change it, I cannot
Change me
I can grow, blossom, but
Winter will always
Come again and when it does
I will wither, and be
What I am at my core, nothing more
Than human
Nothing more than myself
Flawed, raw, a living imperfection
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