For myself
Every night she sleep on the pillow floating in the sea of her own tears, under the blanket of her fears and distress!Every Morning she wakes up with sunken eyes, broken soul but still set her dreams in the hope of new day!Every afternoon she keeps herself busy all day, she laughs to spring out all his exhaustion, she scream to let out the burden over herself!
Every evening she tries to be a better version of herself to make others happy!
And every night she fails and wish peace for another day... ❤️ 💫
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