These lines are the work.
My wandering.
My toil.
My failure.
My reward.
These lines are coming out.
My shame.
My acceptance.
My doubt.
My gift.
These lines are love.
My ache.
My relief.
My lament.
My comfort.
These lines are evolution.
My adversity.
My triumph.
My defeat.
My growth.
These lines are the years.
My grief.
My joy.
My pain.
My every day.
These lines on my life.
These lines on my face.
These lines on me.
