Breathe in. Breathe out. We’re all running away from something, right? Something we did. Something we didn’t do. A pain misunderstood by the rest, a taste only you can decipher. Everyone has the hurt they hold close to their chest, coated in emotions from regret to rage. How many smiles are pasted on? How many frowns come out from hiding the minute their owner gets home? You never know the weight the others carry, you only know yours. Breathe in. Breathe out. While you sleep soundly, another sees sleep as a luxury. For some, childhood is a playground. For others, it’s a cage. Something as essential as breathing isn’t easily afforded by others. Breathe in. Breathe out. Crazy, right? Kindness doesn’t cost a cent, yet some assign a price anyway. Kindness isn’t color-based, yet some assign skin colors anyway. Hatred flocks to other hatred. Hatred has a tendency to be treated as sacred. Breathe in. Breathe out. Everyone has pains they hold. Everyone has a mark they wish they could erase. Each person has an expression they have to paint onto their face. Breathe in. Breathe out. You are loved. Breathe in. Breathe out. It wasn’t your fault. Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s okay to miss them. Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s okay to be angry. Breathe in. Breathe out. You matter. Breathe in. Breathe out. Others may not be kind, so be kind to yourself. Breathe in. You are loved. You are loved. You are loved. Breathe out.
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