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if you thought you were the only one to be silent in a noisy place if you saw yourself as helpless in a situation you couldn't face if the days are long but your nights are fast if you don't know how much longer you will last if sometimes you see yourself as less if your life causes constant, unrelenting stress if you realize that you deserve more (because you do) come crawling to me, i want to comfort you i want to sit with you and sing along to acoustic covers by Tyler Ward. i want you to be silent or to scream loud lyrics to your favorite song. if you need to list off all the reasons you think you're not pretty, i will (unwillingly) listen...shortly after refuting every vile lie you have just spoken over yourself. you are pretty. and you are brave. if you must tell yourself to stick it out and be strong if getting out of bed to face the world seems so wrong if nothing makes sense and you see no light if your routine is a process of holding on tight if your scars are reminders of why you can't sleep, if you feel so high yet you're in too deep if your home is not a place and freedom has no space if you are not afraid. if you need me, i will be right here. and if you do not, i am still here. © Melissa Carlson 2015
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
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if you thought you were the only one to be silent in a noisy place if you saw yourself as helpless in a situation you couldn't face if the days are long but your nights are fast if you don't know how much longer you will last if sometimes you see yourself as less if your life causes constant, unrelenting stress if you realize that you deserve more (because you do) come crawling to me, i want to comfort you i want to sit with you and sing along to acoustic covers by Tyler Ward. i want you to be silent or to scream loud lyrics to your favorite song. if you need to list off all the reasons you think you're not pretty, i will (unwillingly) listen...shortly after refuting every vile lie you have just spoken over yourself. you are pretty. and you are brave. if you must tell yourself to stick it out and be strong if getting out of bed to face the world seems so wrong if nothing makes sense and you see no light if your routine is a process of holding on tight if your scars are reminders of why you can't sleep, if you feel so high yet you're in too deep if your home is not a place and freedom has no space if you are not afraid. if you need me, i will be right here. and if you do not, i am still here. © Melissa Carlson 2015
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