What is strength? Physically is it being able to pick up 20 pounds in one hand, or is it holding back the 200 tears that are going to fall? Is it being able to fall completely to rock bottom and pick yourself back up? Is it being able to show that you are strong and get pulled to the side and get told how strong you are and how they are proud of you and how you have turned out after all these things that keeps happening to you.
All I want people to see in me is strength, and how no matter what life throws at me I keep strong in my faith, and I stumble but I am able to pick myself back up. I want people to be able to see me for not giving up on hope, and love, and happiness, and true love.
June to September is probably the 4 most emotional months for me, and the most eventful months that happened in two years. I know that they aren't suffering anymore, but sometimes I miss them more than I know what to do with. I miss having a grandmom to run to and go shopping and get mani/pedi's with.
Things happen for a reason, I don't know why all this is happening but, I know one day it will help somehow.. someway..
"Woke up late today and I still feel the sting of the pain
But I brushed my teeth anyway
I got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face
I got a little bit stronger"
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