JamFrenzy
They tell you that healing is a straight line, but they don't tell you how lonely the road is.
I've spent months perfecting the art of being 'fine.'
I've filled my hours with noise and my lungs with air, yet I still feel like I'm breathing through a straw.
I'm not broken anymore,
the pieces are all back together.
But the glue is still wet, and I'm terrified that if I move too fast, I'll just come apart again.
I'm tired of being a survival story. I just want to feel like a person.
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