There are
millions of people in this
world,
but in the end it all comes down to one.
I still panic sometimes,
forget to breathe,
but I know that
there’s something beautiful in my imperfections;
the beauty that he held up for me to see.
The strength that I will never be able to say.
but in the end it all comes down to one.
I still panic sometimes,
forget to breathe,
but I know that
there’s something beautiful in my imperfections;
the beauty that he held up for me to see.
The strength that I will never be able to say.
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