Storm

Every time you wake there is a storm. You open your eyes and they’re flooded with light; you breathe and air rushes into your lungs.

You have arms that swing,

Hands that clench;

You are alive, don’t forget this.

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I believe that: (1) language is the most powerful tool we have (2) that bravery is the most admirable quality in a person and (3) that the best is yet to come.

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