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Apr 2020
step #1:

you gotta put that blade down
wash your hands, away from
the blood of your past
and misery. stop trying
to stand up immediately, you
gotta sit down and inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale.

step #2:

and now that you begin to heal,
you can stand up and look at yourself
in the mirror, and whisper to
yourself, "it's okay, it's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay" —
until you can fake a smile again,
until your tears have disappeared.

third step:

stop reminding yourself about that one time you refused to talk to your aunt and then she died the next few days,
it wasn't your fault, you didn't **** her.
i've known shame my whole life,
that i learned to put away everything
until one day i accidentally opened the drawer, then
i have to start over.
Written by
hizatul akmah
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