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Some days I don't understand how I am such a blessed human being. I try and make reason as to why I didn't die while on drugs, how I could have harmed so many people but kept on living.. well not really living, just walked around such a shell of a person with a mask on. And today I don't have to do any of that. Laughs aren't forced, smiles come so natural, I get to kiss someone every day who calls me on my defects and my flaws but compliments the good in me so well that sometimes I forget that I have these flaws and defects. I just don't get it. I don't. I don't understand my mother loving me for me. I don't understand her forgiveness, or my sisters, or damons. I don't understand these things. But I guess that is the beauty in it.
& there's some people I don't wanna let down. Bells to ring and friends to fling my arms around.
& there's some people I don't wanna let down. Bells to ring and friends to fling my arms around.