misfits

maybe we are round pegs in square holes
with minds and dreams beyond our years
so breathe you, breathe to the rhythm of your soul
live not to be liked, live to remember
your stories aren’t for the rubble
they’re for the world, to be told

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living prayer

i see your eyes dancing
to the flickering lights
as the shadows shimmer
on our balcony tiles

you’re my living prayer

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Maternal instincts

Don’t let them dim your light
Always shine on

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Why do we set ourselves up for disappointment?

Who decides who’s better than you?

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