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Summer 2019 Archive

Here to stay.

Suicide is not an option.

I’ve spent days, nights, afternoons in the light - dreaming of my death.

Why so gruesome?

Why so serious.

Now…

…we’re getting too personal….

The craziest part in all of this is I still find the time to call myself names.

I still find the time to hate myself.

I still find the time to be angry with my past.

I still find the time to want myself to do better.

I still find the time to love people that hurt me.

I still find the time to hold faith when odds are never in my favor.

Perhaps I should try to see myself as favorable.

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