reflection
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sometimes my heart bleeds…and i don’t know why sometimes my chest aches…and i don’t know why sometimes my head hurts…and i don’t know why sometimes my soul is filled up to the brim with heaviness…and i don’t know why sometimes i want to run outside and scream at the top of my lungs in anger
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I wish you knew what it was like to be inside my skin. I wish I could begin to explain it to you. It’s not fair to say that I come with a label that asks you to handle me gently. This mind and body is filled with so many cracks and bruises, it’s liable
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Life, it really gets in the way of so many things. I’ve spent weeks curled up in the stress of every day nonsense that now, sitting here quiet for just a few minutes listening to the birds chirp outside, with the sun shining brightly, I realize how long it’s been since I just sat down.
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It’s difficult being the girl who wants to make sure the world knows she “has it all together”. It’s exhausting. From the moment the alarm goes off in the morning until the creeping way too late hours of the night she pushes past breaking points and meltdowns for the sake of…who knows anymore. The girls
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It’s dark and quiet in the room. The lights are turned down low. Your family has left. It’s just me left. Just me, and you, and your quiet slow breaths. I pull a stool up beside your bed and wrap my hand around yours. I could leave. Your family has. Apparently at peace with what
I Would Rather Be In Bed 