Co na drugie? 

All my teenage years, I had bottled up anger and grief and promised myself I'd never cry but when I sat down with her hands in my hand and looked her in the eye, all the anger turned into tears. I sobbed for hours and she sat there, rubbing my back. That's when I saw. Growing up is also tearing down walls, it's also letting go of the anger. 

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I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.

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Mój entuzjazm, zapał jest dla wszystkich albo głupi, albo niepotrzebny. Trudno, żeby nie zaczął gasnąć.

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