Written April 26th 2017
You are not your mistakes.
They happened, you acknowledge them but little can change that,
what they've done,
but they do not define you.
You.
You are so much more than that; you are made of stars,
full of life and light,
and it burns inside you with every breath.
You can reinvent yourself as often as you need to become someone you like underneath all the pain you've endured.
And that light will still be there for you.
It wants you to be happy, in any capacity you can.
Breathe so you can.
See what you can, let in the air and feel the light become inside of you.
It was made of you.
Keep breathing, for you.
No one else will feel your light as I do.
Only you.
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