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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