These days I'm happier; full of life.
These days I look in the mirror and smile at my imperfections.
These days I'm grateful and conscious of the privileges I have.
These days overturn all of those nights.
Those nights of crying till 3 a.m.
Those nights of wondering if I'll ever be good enough.
Those nights of numbness.
Yeah.
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These days I'm better.
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Excerpts from The Book I'll Never Write
PoetryPoems and excerpts that come to mind..really just a look into my innermost thoughts