Everybody crumbles sometime…but everyone eventually gets back up on there feet.
When the world crumbles in the palm of your had
You truely don’t understand
When you try to find your heart
But it all fell apart
You sit there and cry
And you don’t know the reasons why
You wish you had a way
To make everything be okay
Then you realize you have something to say:
“I love myself and who I am and now that I see,
I truely understand, that I can be who I want to be
And I am what I am.”
By: Amanda M. VanSickle
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