Everything I’m left with is me.
Everything I’m gaining is me.
Healing is a verb. The process to heal. It’s a process, a movement, a feeling, a thought, a collection, a heart, a story, a person, a life, a colour, a number, a smile, a loss. To heal is to be me. That’s scary, But to not be me, Is to never see.
Let’s become the light
Reality isn’t real anyways
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