"A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot. It has to go through the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain."
Mildred Witte Stouven
Some days it's hard not to hate myself The constant state of constant failure As if I didn’t take life seriously As if tomorrow didn’t...
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