We are not broken people

Isn't a smile itself enough to strike even the slightest licking both of happiness.

Because nothing moves as slow as the moment you feel lonely.

I always knew. Since I was born, I've had this deep feeling that I was special. But I didn't know that part of that uniqueness was attributed to the colour of my skin.

You, me... we are not broken people in my mind. We are experienced, we are used for reminders and examples of what and what not to do.

I've heard so many stories of other peoples lives and all I ever wanted to to was to share a piece of mine.

All I ever wanted was for people to be proud of me. And the only ones who matter are my family.

I share my story so that people who are going through what I've been through don't feel alone.

I've learned that words can create spells. And words can even breake spells.