It doesn't matter if it doesn't get better and we just get used.
What matters is that, at some point it will no longer cripple you like it used to.
At some point you will think about it without you having a knot in your stomach that never unwinds.
At some point, the thought of it alone will not give you anxiety.
What matters is that at some point it will become bearable, sad as it is, eventually you'll learn to live with it. At some point you will live with yourself.
-Lydia Banda
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We The Void
PoetryHopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.
