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CONCEPT: tonight the wolves are silent/my own name no longer dissolves like sugar on my tongue when i say it/i can bleed without bleeding out/the thought of tomorrow does not terrify me anymore/i can write about the stars without wanting to return or dissolve/every breath no longer feels like a long hard won war/i no longer feel alone in every crowd/the calculator in my head finally stopped working/ i am breathing. i am still breathing.

His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.

Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?

she gave too much to others and never did she leave any for herself and yet, they still wonder why she always felt empty

I’m not exactly the best example of healthy grieving.