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Dear agonised thing, Older yet still young, Thank you for being yourself, For trying your best, For being worn down and feeling broken, Even if we don’t know the use At least we both got through. You think you’ve given up Oh so many times Just walking through disasters, Proceeding until it’s done, It’s over now, You’re okay, I promise. I know you’re weary Of all the next contretemps, I know you don’t want to Spare a thought on it I’ll say this to you instead: That it’s safe now, And you can be safe here and We’ll hold onto each other, Because you are my safety And at the end of the day All we really have here Is ourself.
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
A Letter To My Soul
Dear agonised thing, Older yet still young, Thank you for being yourself, For trying your best, For being worn down and feeling broken, Even if we don’t know the use At least we both got through. You think you’ve given up Oh so many times Just walking through disasters, Proceeding until it’s done, It’s over now, You’re okay, I promise. I know you’re weary Of all the next contretemps, I know you don’t want to Spare a thought on it I’ll say this to you instead: That it’s safe now, And you can be safe here and We’ll hold onto each other, Because you are my safety And at the end of the day All we really have here Is ourself.
Chloes-Not-An-Ange
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
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