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Words have meaning...I hope mine do too.

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My room smells nice

My tummy is full

The sun is shining

For once I think I understand what it means to be content

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Yet, you breathe.

The dark is a cold, cruel and careless place. it chews you up and spits you out. Finding your best qualities and moulding them, rotting them until all that's left is your mistakes, your pain and your rage.

Yet, you breathe.

You were ripped apart, limb from limb. stitch by stitch. your faults put on show the mistakes and grievances laid bare for the world to see.

Yet, again, you breathe.

You were left alone, trapped in the darkness that has claws teeth and knows Rage. A darkness that knows rage because of you. 

Because you. still. breathe.

You may think that breathing isn't much, billions do it. That doesn't make you any less of a person, it does not mean you have any less of a reason to live! You are here for a reason, we are all unique, you feel alone but even when you're alone you seldom are.

The dark is a cold, cruel and careless place. it chews you up and spits you out. Finding your best qualities and moulding them, rotting them until all that's left is your mistakes, your pain and your rage.

Yet you breathe, and you carry on.

Keep breathing.