Quarrel by Nadja Kottak

Aug 13
1 min read

Updated: Aug 15

Does it kill you

Or make you stronger?

Break you down-

And bring you back up again?

Does it brighten your life?

Or darken the clouds-

And make it harder to breathe?

Maybe it just sits there

Like a secret-

Or does it make you fly?

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