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Aug 2014
I wake up in the morning and remind myself that I am not mourning any more
I get myself out of bed and try to get out of my own head
I look at my reflection as I get dressed and tell myself it is perfection
I eat my breakfast without stepping on the scale that kept me restless
I name the people who care as I brush out my knotty hair
I remember all the reasons worth living for as grudgingly step out the door
I let the ***** air fill my chest and find reassurance in that one day my pain will be at rest

Try harder
I tell myself
Rachel Ueda
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Rachel Ueda
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