Title: 21 June - 22 July Author: littlewordsmith
Just when I thought I had it all perfectly encased, clutter free, the loose string of my life came undone, leaving a dome of rubble at my feet. Nevermore saw it coming, Nevertheless expected it. Never asking why, I accepted it. I won't yield in self-pity nor wither in pain picking myself up, getting back in the game. I won't let your fire catch me. I won't be burned alive. I am a warrior and I will survive. Comments on "21 June - 22 July"
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