Hello,
I see you there, holding your breath. I can tell that you are uncomfortable with yourself. I can also tell that you hate being in front of crowds. I see you. I'm standing in the right corner, behind that random dude with the beanie. I'm secretly cheering you on. Face your fears and rise through the ashes.
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YOU ARE READING
Hello, Goodbye
PoesíaThese are notes to the ones I saw, but never spoke to. To the ones I lost and never found- to all the ones who need this. To all the ones who feel the same way as I do. This is for you, not me.
