So this is me.



but still, proving to all that life is worth living.

i am tired.

I have seen the truth, I have faced them scars.

But now, I’m over, I’m blessed, but I’m still working on my hustle.

My grind, and it tears me down everytime I fall, still. Why can’t we just make time for ourselves? There will be a way to find hustling again, but for now, breathe girl.

Breathe it in, let it out. Trust that whatever beginning is coming, you can handle.

Trust that there is something happening for your greatest good. There will be someone to challenge you out. There will be someone fixing you up eventually. Keep the hopes up.


Trust and believe. The two most important ingredients.




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