imagine
grabbing every insecurity
you have.
gasping them
tightly
in your hand.
you can feel the anger
you can feel the pain,
which these insecurities bring.
now
imagine taking them
and throwing them
out a window
200 ft high above the ground.
you watch them fly away
never to return again.
imagine that.
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Motivation.
Poetryhey, stop scrolling. everyone who is reading this: I'm so glad you're alive, I'm so fucking proud of you. you are loved. don't give up, we're almost there. you are going to make it. ♛
