Sunday, May 27, 2018

Life teaches you what lit class doesn't. Life tears you apart and throws the scraps to the winds; one fine day it decides to put you back together, meld you back with searing heat and ignore the screams. Life shakes you and breaks you, molds you into a roughly well-shaped dough, lets you rise, then lets you bake.

This is what it means to be alive, and I'm like 'thank you God' and 'why' at the same time.

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