I always knew that there would be a time and a place that I would be able to let the world know that I am okay. I didn't know where, or when. But now that I do, I'm grateful to find that place to be somewhere that I've always been familiar with, a place I've spent more than a million seconds of crying, laughing, staying up late, sleeping until noon. A place where I've spent years with, a place where I've had my firsts of different life experiences. A place where I can be myself, a place where I can be comfortable with the people around me. A place where the weight of the world doesn't feel heavy, a place where I will always feel loved by the ones who will always treasure me until the end of time. This is it, my safe place. I am here, I am home, I am okay.
It gets better. Believe me, it truly does.
– "Safe", January 11
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Seventeen
PoesiaLetters about the highs and lows of my seventeenth year of life. [EXPLICIT CONTENT, possibly. Please read this at your own risk. If you are struggling with your own personal stuff, please do not hesitate to seek out for help. My dms are always open...
