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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