I used to write about starving my soul, about digging to the bottom of a bottle for answers. a maze without a way out. but now I'm out, even if I can still feel its walls crushing me at times. these are the words from my rebirth. I'm still figuring out how to stay out my maze.
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Sometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.