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People tell me there is beauty in being alone.
There is nothing romantic about laying on your bathroom floor screaming out for a name who no longer acknowledges your existence.
There is nothing pretty about the tears you wipe from your eyes as you pray for a way out of your mind,
Nothing satisfying about feeling like the world is on your shoulders and no one is there to help you breathe.
inhale
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exhale
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inhale.
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And then the realization struck,
Fall in love with healing yourself!
