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I'm okay.
I'm okay because I know that one day,
I'm actually going to be okay.
One day I am going to wake up,
and I'm going to see how beautiful the world is.
I'll take a deep breath because I can,
Not because I need to,
and love the ease with which the air fills my lungs.
Eventually I'm going to create something amazing,
and it will be bright,
and pure,
and I'll show it to someone,
and I won't be afraid of what they'll think.
I'll imagine the future and I won't have to fight for breath,
and when I think of the past I won't break into tears.
One night I'll be able to fall sleep with my thoughts-
Instead of just white noise.
I'll dream of the people I love instead of the things that I fear,
and I will wake up and begin it all again.
And so I'm okay,
because I have the future to hold on to,
because one day it won't hurt to breathe,
and because someday I will be someone that I can love.
I'm okay because I know that one day,
I'm actually going to be okay.
One day I am going to wake up,
and I'm going to see how beautiful the world is.
I'll take a deep breath because I can,
Not because I need to,
and love the ease with which the air fills my lungs.
Eventually I'm going to create something amazing,
and it will be bright,
and pure,
and I'll show it to someone,
and I won't be afraid of what they'll think.
I'll imagine the future and I won't have to fight for breath,
and when I think of the past I won't break into tears.
One night I'll be able to fall sleep with my thoughts-
Instead of just white noise.
I'll dream of the people I love instead of the things that I fear,
and I will wake up and begin it all again.
And so I'm okay,
because I have the future to hold on to,
because one day it won't hurt to breathe,
and because someday I will be someone that I can love.
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Literature
Blue Eyes in Flames
When the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, hold
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Unspoken
For the love
I never shared.
For the things
I'll never tell.
For all the secrets
Big and small.
For the times
I ignored the calls.
For all the words
I left unspoken.
I'm now drowning
In my emotions.
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So there are tons of things that I could clarify with this. I could explain every line, which I was going to do. I could sit here and tell you how I'm fine and I love my life and tell lies about how perfect everything is, and how other people have it worse, but I think I've beat that horse dead.
So instead, I will leave you with this.
You are going to be okay.
Things may seem terrible now, but they will get better, and for now?
Sometimes it's okay to not be okay.
So instead, I will leave you with this.
You are going to be okay.
Things may seem terrible now, but they will get better, and for now?
Sometimes it's okay to not be okay.
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This is beautiful! These are the thoughts that keep me going, and maybe even keep me alive. Thanks for sharing this.