Child you're young. And pure, and absolute. Your bruised knees, and your heart breaks would heal, sooner or later, with time. But time, Kid, is a wicked mistress. It gives, and it takes. It heals, and it steals. As you walk the path of life, you'll keep losing yourself. Bit by Bit. Each step will steal a part of you and give you something new.
If only you had a mirror of reflection to your past you would realise - Everyone is a stranger to themselves, to what they once were. And when your path ends, whatever remains is what you've always destined to be.
All your life you'll be merely an instrument of creation of your own self.
If only you had a mirror of reflection to your past you would realise - Everyone is a stranger to themselves, to what they once were. And when your path ends, whatever remains is what you've always destined to be.
All your life you'll be merely an instrument of creation of your own self.
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