Keep fighting

I'm driving 80mph and my brakes don't work.

I want to scream but all I do is cry.

Holding my breath, trying to regulate,

to calm down.

I need to step back, to gather myself, to fill my cup

so I can fight another day.

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my body is warming from the inside out forming to hot homemade chicken soup my parents always make this time of year. The leaves change the nights become longer— and my mind becomes darker, pining for

okay.

evolving and changing, like a human growing from its ancestors. picking away at the parts of me— I never really liked. shaping myself into someone I don't recognize, learning— it's okay to be me.

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