I'm not even living anymore,
Just going through the motions.
Like seeing my life play through my eyes,
Not actively pulling the strings.
How can I see colors again?
How can I feel warmth again?
How can I appreciate the sun again?
How can I feel happy again?
How do I become alive again?
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growing pains
PoetrySometimes you have to feel pain to grow, and that's okay because the other side will make it all worth it ♡
