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Personal (Hope) It was New Year's Eve and I wondered
whether life was worth living.
From where I was standing
amidst what felt like the end of the world,
I contemplated making that a reality.
I stared at the weapon in my hands
and the scars I was left with
and decided to keep breathing.
I am broken but not irredeemable;
there's a reason my lungs still fill with air.
So I wrote the eulogy of my former self
and strived to become a better me.
I realized pain was a fact of life,
and no one is immune from it.
And these wounds that tore me apart
were creating a mosaic
as I became who I was meant to be.
