I wonder if that whole idea of pretending faded and if it won't keep consuming like before. I wonder if I'll ever be haunted by toxicity again. I wonder if there's still that kind of emptiness within my ribcage that somehow really felt like heaviness. I wonder if there's really beauty after what I've been through because somehow I often feel flowers blossoming within the fragility of my ribcage.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
