we are broken glass on paths you chose not to walk on.

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we are so exhausted of the pain,
the monotonous life we live,
and the thoughts that never stop.
our minds run at a thousand miles per hour,
and we never know how to turn it off.
we are constantly hurting,
yet paste a smile like everything is okay.
we are tired.
we are not okay.
we are broken.
but we have hope.
hope that it will get better,
because anything is better than this.
-o.r
@blindedpoetry

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