It was so close
To let go and never coming back
To those who would call themselves
Heroes
Survived ones
Thinking if
My old self would be proud
Of me
Different light
New perspective
I am here
Drinking black coffee
And actually enjoying it
Stains of a lipstick
Even my hair is washed
I did it
I had enough strength
To get up and be here
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
It was so close
To let go and never coming back
To those who would call themselves
Heroes
Survived ones
Thinking if
My old self would be proud
Of me
Different light
New perspective
I am here
Drinking black coffee
And actually enjoying it
Stains of a lipstick
Even my hair is washed
I did it
I had enough strength
To get up and be here
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