they clash inside me like battling warriors
do you care?
do you care?
do you care?
do you care enough to let go?
do you care enough to stay?
do you care enough to let your heart be broken?
do you deserve this?
do you deserve more?
its 5:38 pm on an April Sunday,
its colder than it has been in days
and the world has stopped spinning
on its axis for weeks
and I wonder to myself:
which part of me will win?
which part of me is right?
a want is not a need
but is what you want what you really need?
and at what question will I realize
the importance of my questions?
i feel the balancing act at a tipping point
between destruction and safety,
but what is life if it is always safe?
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rage and recovery
Short Storya testament to the rocky road between rage and recovery and the thought that the two might not be so different after all
