I am.

July 16, 2015

Broken.

Brittle.

Uncapable.

These are the

Words I hear.

Everyday.

I believe it.

How can someone

So little change the world?

But I am strong.

I am capable.

The fact that I am

Alive.

That motivates me.

I breathe.

I live.

I soar.

I am.

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