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Feb 2021
I know you're not okay
I know it's hard
being always upset.

I know you're not even here
the author
of your own history.

I know you feel out of place.
I know you cry
to heal the pain.

But please,
don't look at everything
through the glass.

Please,
don't let
your book burns.

Just breathe.
We've all reached that point where we feel like we don't even fit into our own lives, that things happen and we can't do anything about it. That point where we see everything from the outside, as if it were a movie.
That is the point that triggers everything: the one that makes us realize that we need a change.

Don't let intensity guide you. Just breathe.
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I'm not Anne  21/Cis
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