It doesn’t matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar.
It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up.
But maybe that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap.
Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward.
It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little bit messed up.
Before we can step up.
onsdag, februari 27
stördo
gullebulle.
cepebulle.
sötbulle.
gumman.
bumman.
stumpan.
"fick dålig karma när thea blev ledsen pga mig jag blev ledsen pga dig vänta bara du står näst ^^"
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vem vad hur?
det vet du nuh
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