This is the story of the things we have been through.
Of all the tunnels we have had to crawl through. The roads we have had to reconstruct. The years we have felt stuck. Stuck on a tightrope. This is the story of the things we have been through. Of all the times we had to seek our lost hope through greater forces like God and You. You have stuck with us among everything we’ve been through. Among the fighting we have had you. And you just don’t know of the sterling things in store for you. This is the story of the things we have been through. Of all the times we have relied on you, to pick up our broken pieces and wash away the crystalline tears, you. Are the only one we have to live with for the rest of our lives, you. Are the only one who can mend us when we break, you. Are the only one we can trust in this world, you. Are the only one who truly knows the ruthless roads we’ve been down, you. Are the only one who can pick us up from the ground when we expel a sonorous sharp shrill while crying on the bathroom floor, you. Are the only one who can say we never let go, you. Are the one who helped us to see who we really are, you. Are us. This is the story of all the things we have been through. Of all the times we have tried to hurt you. Of all the times we thought we would never make it without you. But here we are without you. Letting you go to find the one to replace you. This is the story of all the things we have been through. Of the growing we have been through. Of the watering we have done to our roots, you. Have blossomed from unripened soil, you. Are the new breed of flower that glistens in the darkest sunlight, you. Have made it.
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