“I try to dig deeper than what I see every day
in the mirror, because I believe that there’s something in me:
could be another monster that’s worse than what I
currently have, or something that can save me
from drowning.
I try to figure it out so hard that I fail
to pay attention to the other things.
And maybe that’s fine.
They will be fine.
They will find a way to escape this cruelty,
and I know I won’t.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
