Growing up surrounded by chaos, heartbreak, some rainbows in between and whatnot, every little bump that comes along the way later seems..
just like part and parcel of life.
Like there's nothing else to do but move forward and keep looking up. Pick-up self from the ground and stay strong.
Because every cloud has a silver lining. You can only learn from experience. You can only know what you're made of.. I'd like to think that I'm made of steel. Though I may break inside once in a while.. That's for me to know, for me to handle.. for me to cope.
But I'll always have my wall, which used to be made of bricks. But now they're made of steel.
*throws keys* There.. I've thrown away the keys. It's locked once again. I am numb once again.
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