Lila Tace

July 12, 2024

Rite of passage.

I don’t think I ever was alone. When life beat me down, it curiously watched me. When life beat me more, I became less and less. The world destroyed me out of compassion. When I was no more, I woke up in God's arms. 

Death was my rite of passage.

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