I’ve lived lifetimes before 23.
Carried grief like it was my surname.
Found love,
lost it,
left before I disappeared in someone else’s silence.
Saw the world clearly
and still chose to believe
in beauty,
in the next chance,
in myself.
If I can’t sleep tonight,
it’s not because I’m weak.
It’s because I’m finally safe enough
to feel it all.

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