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Walking Dead


I am broken.

I am broken from the the things life has thrown at me

and still I have a smile on my face

I walk along these streets with my head held high because just Incase someone asks me

“Hey, are you okay?”

I smile and say 

“Yes, ofcourse” with pure grace

But to be real

I am broken.

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