Bath Tub
Bath Tub
Can only sit there and think about allot of things... My past life..my future or just the present its self... Which i wonder and imagine things... Like if i was a kid wishing upon a star... Imagining things that i could only use my child like qualities to wish of.. As i sit in the bath tub looking at myself and thinking on what i have become... A strong young girl that went through so much... Although i was going to give up at once... Looking at myself and smiling even though people would think i would frown so much... I couldnt let my past defeat me i had to win this war.. Between depression or being happy.... Even though people was leading me to the wrong.... I learned so much from my past that i dont want to go back... I rather look forward and keep stepping along and not to look back... I taught my self to keep my head up even if the ground feels like its going to fall right under me... To never put my self down when i put myself or anybody else in pain.... Im only a human but could only imagine on being superman or as I say superwoman... Because we all going to make mistakes but its our job to learn from them... So i sit in the bath tub looking over my past and imgaine about my future and sticking on the present And looking at my self with the bubbles sticking to me as i float with it... That im a strong girl thats been through allot ... Not letting the past get to me...but only letting it disappear because its fading just like right now the bubbles is disappearing....
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