I remember you once
told me you had a bad dream.
We were ending and it was
breaking you apart.
Now I wake up every day
to that reality.

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Healing isn’t linear,
as they always say.
Except -
no one ever warns you
how trigger-friendly
that graph is.
One minute you think
the worst has passed.
And then you’re bulldozing
everything on your path.
Like a ticking time-bomb
that got set off
by a grain of sand.

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How do you fight the
whirlwind in your mind?
I guess you let go
and sink in.

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I don’t recognise myself,
funny how reflections
change.
Nor do you seem
like you before,
or was that always
the mirror’s taint?

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If I could pull this pain out,
dig through what’s hurting.
If I could change any bit of the past,
erase, redo, all that’s cemented.
I would leave behind no trace of you.
Nothing should feel whole,
if it needs to survive on empty.

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As I turn to face you,
you slowly fade away.
Almost making me wonder,
if you were really there.

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In a world
that often makes you
feel like you don’t belong;

and confuses rage
with strength,

be gracefully resilient.

Take up that space,
for you are still

blooming.

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This concrete jungle
is a graveyard.
Where the lost souls
live with buried dreams.

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I often wonder.
If I could save myself,
Would I knock
each wall down?
Or just pass on by?

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Would it matter?
After all this time?
I guess it would.

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