
I slipped through today. When it gets hard, remind me it’s not suicidal to live. Tell me of hope, of dreams and longing, Tell me my hands will grow, long enough to grab the things, that for now are beyond my reach, like the love I long for endlessly. Tell me my heart won’t […]
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