Survival

It’s a cold hard world we live in; when every day we have to fight for our survival. Every step is one closer to destroying ourselves. Slowly, we fall endlessly with sharp rugged edges to grab onto, our bodies tremble with pain. Our moments in distress, we have only one to look up to for reassurance and guidance. This is the time to reinvent you into a new person; to recreate a new identity, where no one is the same. Creation is every one person with their own mind, body, and soul. Being true to oneself is the key to a happiness and prosperity.

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