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Something
Something I wish to say
to my past self-
One day peace will find you,
and it will stay.
Stay - the way you stayed
for people who only loved you
when it was convenient.
One day the weight will finally
touch the ground- and your shoulders "
will stop apologizing for being tired
from carrying what was never yours
to survive alone.
One day the right people
will find you. And you will no longer
translate yout pain into softer words
just to make others comfortable.
And until that day- still here.
Still surviving things
that were supposed to destroy you.
Still becoming the person
your younger self needed
when nobody came to save you.
