i long for the aching which makes my mind stop for a moment
i long to once again feel the relief of forest fires erupting from my wrists,
see the smoke billowing from the dying branchesbut even the beauty of the blaze cannot compensate for the damage which it causes
- be strong, you are capable of great things
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a short collection of 3am musings
Poetryjust some thoughts on love, mental health and recovery