under the sky

 

Night-times always have been her best friend, when she could picture the world clearer in her mind like the vast sky, try to figure out life and love, the highs and lows, yet still count the blessing in every moment, listen to the nature, pray for goodness, and embrace the scars with blanket of warm acceptance, telling herself that it’s alright not to feel alright because that’s what makes you human.

 

 

 

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