I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
The Shapes I Hold Sometimes Fit
I made me. You'll find no borrowed bricks in me. And even if the world knocks parts of me over, it's me who decides how I'm put back together. I made me. Every single day, I make me.
Being yourself is one thing. Living only for one's self is another matter entirely.
ReplyDeleteYeah thats true!!
DeleteI replace the brick with stone. The longer I rebuild the stronger I become. Excellent piece.
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