On the 19th of November,
leaves retreat from the branches,
struggles to find new home amongst the grasses,
its voyage with the wind stucks in memory,
You have you poured,
twigs broken in harmony.
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You murmur to yourself, “I want to give up. I want to end this suffering.” You were smiling on the outside, yet you’re not okay on the inside. Your friends think you’re fine, but you know that you aren’t. Your thoughts raced and came to tell you things that destroyed you. You told yourself that you are not worthy to live. You kept telling yourself that nothing is wrong.
Nothing is wrong.
