If gold is buried, itâs still gold
Even if no oneâs looking for it
You donât need their eyes to know who you are
A tree in winter still has roots
Even when it seems like itâs dying
Youâre just holding yourself together
When the world thinks youâve fallen apart
They wonât understand, they never do
But you donât need them to
You’re the question & you’re the truth still being written
And one day, theyâll see that too.
KJ đ°đȘâđŸđ

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