No. 4

illustration for No. 4

I remember the days when I thought to stop breathing,
The world feels that it would crumble and break my already broken pieces.
I try to stood still but the wind was so strong.
I try to hold on but I had no one to hold
Then I remembered someone from above who once held me still on days when I thought to stop breathing.
He made me carry on and not give up.
He is that someone who will always hold my hand.

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One thought on “No. 4

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