grace is such a beautiful word. one of the most beautiful i think. sometimes i know i have such a trait but other times i fall from it. i always think of wings when i think of grace and it is in these times that my wings burst into flames and are gone from me and im flightless and powerless. sometimes they are snatched away from me by someone and i am left powerless by an asshole.
but always, and i mean always, they come back, and they are always bigger and more beautiful and strong than they were before because of the struggles i endured whilst i without them.
this one truth always gives me hope and helps me remember that i will always survive and that i am truely strong and can indeed endure. this helps me remember that i should indeed believe in myself.
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but always, and i mean always, they come back, and they are always bigger and more beautiful and strong than they were before because of the struggles i endured whilst i without them.
this one truth always gives me hope and helps me remember that i will always survive and that i am truely strong and can indeed endure. this helps me remember that i should indeed believe in myself.
mg