Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day, saying,
'I will try again tomorrow.'

it's the worst feeling:
the world is spinning so fast and nothing will stop for you to catch your breath.
so you sit there watching everything move around you while you hold your breath. you've got that familiar glaze over your eyes and scars with stories behind them
just waiting, waiting for someone to notice your silent scream
"i am not okay"
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