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Surviving,
that’s all I do.
Through the fire,
the wind,
the incessant rains,
I always make it through.
Scars in tow.
Instead,
I long to stand still.
Take it in.
Inhale crisp,
new air.
Sprout new wings,
and fly away.
About the Creator
Christina Vanhaerents
Cluttered mind, chaotic life, and a heavy heart... I write to keep sane.
Instagram: @cmvwrites
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