this is 25.
i flatter myself some days,
build my confidence with “i love you’s”
said by a beautiful reflection.
i have scratches, cuts, bruises, and wounds
which never disappears
but i am new, each and every day.
twenty and a five,
they mean very little to others
but to me, it was a goal.
i crash and i burn
and am reborn.
velajune / dearphil.anne @ IG