Change change I wish I could change what happens in the past but I can't I don't know what it is but my past and my present always find a way to mix creating an illusion that I never get to understand because in my mind everything should go a certain way trying to be a perfectionist the perfect leaving the chat trying to understand why this is happening to me a toxic trait that I had in my head without asking what is it trying to show me life became unlivable and life started moving around it never made sense but it started to make a quarter of a sense it was an intensical moment
I guess changes necessary but it's uncomfortable but end of the day change us to happen for better things to happen

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Dark Hours
PoesíaPoems based on a broken heart Depressed mind Wounded soul And unstable body