You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep ; remember you're trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young & you're trying so hard. Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back & your heart learns to love the mornings again.
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Recovery
PoetryWritings that helped me recover and will hopefully help you. Some might be mine.
