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I know. I know today is looming larger Than the lump in your throat That you swallowed last night as you Stood in the shower, Trying to wash away the feeling Of everything-is-going-wrong And replace it with whispers of It's no big deal You don't want them to know that It hurts Because then the questions will come As you press your lips together And blink back the tears that scream I do not want to be here today. But even louder is the whisper in your heart saying You did this last week You can do it again. Maybe it's the dead of night right now and that's ok. Because there is something beautiful About the night sky The infinite amount of stars Match the amount of times you keep trying The fact that it never ends seems as impossible as making it through today But here's a secret; you aren't alone. You aren't the only shower-crier   Please stop for a second       Reach your hand through your warm skin And find your heart, where it beats without question. Tie the beats to your fingers so that you don't forget who you are. You were created by the same man Who made the stars. Not cut from any pattern. Made from the strongest materials.                     Today is hard, I know. But you can open your eyes. The sun will rise soon enough, but you might as well stargaze while you're waiting. I know you will be ok.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
you aren't the only shower-crier
I know. I know today is looming larger Than the lump in your throat That you swallowed last night as you Stood in the shower, Trying to wash away the feeling Of everything-is-going-wrong And replace it with whispers of It's no big deal You don't want them to know that It hurts Because then the questions will come As you press your lips together And blink back the tears that scream I do not want to be here today. But even louder is the whisper in your heart saying You did this last week You can do it again. Maybe it's the dead of night right now and that's ok. Because there is something beautiful About the night sky The infinite amount of stars Match the amount of times you keep trying The fact that it never ends seems as impossible as making it through today But here's a secret; you aren't alone. You aren't the only shower-crier   Please stop for a second       Reach your hand through your warm skin And find your heart, where it beats without question. Tie the beats to your fingers so that you don't forget who you are. You were created by the same man Who made the stars. Not cut from any pattern. Made from the strongest materials.                     Today is hard, I know. But you can open your eyes. The sun will rise soon enough, but you might as well stargaze while you're waiting. I know you will be ok.
wrote this to myself after crying in the shower
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
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