Im a survivor.
Stormy days and dark clouds have nothing on me. Wondering how life would be if i have given up... Questioning myself with the intentions of exploding, is it worthy or literally just a phase i have to go through? End up wiping off all these tears i shed just to acknowledge how strong i am, just as it felt as if im losing myself ; I remind myself of the reason why im still standing ,finding a way to survive. The Storm are far from over but yet im a survivor πβ€
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