I said many things, many times over, in the same span of time. Now it is a new hour, time for old habits to die young.
Correcting with red ink and a kiss on the cheek. I was so lucky to have empathy for someone who has a new hour to pan everything out.
Now tomorrow will be better to stay on top of what was weighing our souls down.
Full stretch to winning life for what it is: suffering with a smile, and happiness with a smile. Smiling when in pain.
Being you, with the whole chest, and not just to show that you belong. Guess what, we belong everywhere, and not just where we are born.
Standing on ground, and not on the fire of our own anxieties.
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