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Light, love and joy. Happiness in the darkness of the void, appreciation for the hardships because at least you’re alive to feel them. Shining brightness even to those who caused you pain, because you releasing your anger gives fire to your own flame. It’s going to be okay just sit there and breathe, your not your past or your future your just right here right now in the great inbetween. I see you and see how far you came, it’s okay to let go of that pain, for as many days as it does rain the sunshine always finds a way back again, and that shine lives in you, just remember you’re more then enough and your truth is always beautiful.
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The time of no light no love no support no one telling you you’re doing a good job, no response no words no confirmation you’re even here. Just you with you, trying to breathe between the endless silence, the hours that tick on like years, the wondering and waiting of “is this right?” Am I doing anything I’m supposed to?
What if all this is a dream and I’ve been dead for years? What does it all mean and why do I write these words at all? Even if I had an answer I doubt it would change a thing.
“Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage…”

Sometimes there’s nothing left to say, all you can do is close your mouth and walk away; no words will suffice and last thoughts won’t change their minds.
Just silence never ending, thick deep silence like the endless abyss of space, a complete separation from connection.
In that space is the only place peace can be found, the kind of peace you achieve when no one else is around.
At the end of the day it all comes back to you, if you’re not okay with the thoughts in your brain then it doesn’t matter who’s around you.

Standing lonely in this little field of life, little thoughts run through my brain and keep me up at night. Munch up these words and spit them out of my mind, I can’t remember the last time I felt truly alright. Always a beating in my little lonely chest like death wants to take me in and let me finally rest.
I know in the end it’s all in my head, but my head is where I decide what is and isn’t. So what do I do? Just keep dragging my soul across the floor hoping I figure out I’m here for…