Monday, May 13, 2024

Genuine

I’ve been tearing myself apart, half ready to move forward, and half head in the dirt. 

I remember beautiful things are never perfect and so what if I fail or fall again and again, I get up, and I learn. 

I am always within but I am never without. And sometimes the smile I see in the mirror is genuine. 

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