Cheers to our pain
For maturing us to be in charge of the driving seat again
For awaking us back from our sleep
For open up the box of our narrowed perspectives
Cheers to our sorrow
For reminding us what really matters
For making us feel human
And resting us from the world
Cheers to our scars
For recalling us on how hard it is to get here
Here, is indeed, beautiful
Even if it's temporary
Here is still a gift
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Repetition
PoetrySometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
