𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑫𝑶 ?
PRAY.
not necessarily to a god, but to hope. to family. in mud you see art. in shadows you see color. if the world fell apart around you, you would start gluing the pieces back together. life tastes bitter but you like the bite. those around you are inspired by your kindness, by your faith, by your hope. you might not speak often, but your words are the loudest in the room. you are rain and its ability to seep into every crack, the promise of new life.
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