Brush the Dust off

Brush The Dust Off

November 11, 2018

Brush the dust off darling, the pain won't last long.

Brush the dust off honey and smile, your beauty will mask the pain.

Brush the dust off love, Pain is just a temporary burden, your strength is long lasting.

Brush the dust off and stand up,and love yourself.

Brush the dust off and walk along the path that was meant for you.

Things may seem hard now but its only temporary, like the dust on your clothes, the darkness can be wiped away. You can start again and you can find the light.

Too many times the fight is harder than you think and giving up seems easy but fighting gives life, changes and shapes you into a hardened creature with the world on her back. Its easier to give up but giving them a reason to stare is all worth while. We are meant to shine, not to be stifled by "I cannot" or " you cannot" when in reality you can and you will. You are meant for greatness, but rewards do not come without endless sacrifice.

Brush the dust off dear, the tears will not last long.

Brush the dust off and rise to your full potential and see just how powerful you can be.

Blow them the dust love, blow it right in the faces of those who have laughed, those who have doubted the person that you are.

When they start to choke just nod your head, do not crumble to their harsh words, now that they are choking in awe set the example, because dust does settle and as it settles you'll still be standing. Show them the way, give them a hand to brush the dust off.

Kindness is the key to a changed world<3

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