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Feb 2020
I used to dream of my own funeral
Every night
I used to wish for the release of darkness
The relief of pain gone and bright tomorrows
In the skies
That they call heaven
Or hell
Or nothing
Whatever they call the place that your pain doesn’t follow your every move
Where your tears don’t cloud your eyes
When you’re safe
And you don’t have to worry about anyone hurting you
Or someone breaking your already damaged heart
You want what you don’t have
What you think you can’t have
All you want is just for everything to stop
For you to stop thinking about yesterday
And every mistake you’ve made in the past
Someday
Believe me
One day
You won’t feel like you’re too much
Or too little
One day you won’t battle your own mind into waking up in the morning
Someday
Soon
Everything will be okay
There’s is good in the world
There’s good here
Trust me
Nola Leech
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Nola Leech  18/Cisgender Female
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