When you passed, The cold ran through my heart It swept through my chest, Knocking the wind out of me with agony It made it’s way to my gut Where it made itself at home Digging in and creating its hollow Gluttonous in my sorrow. And then I think of you And the light that you bring The one that can’t be put out The one
But be good to yourself. Like actually. Love actually. Drink water. Eat regularly, food that nurtures you. Take care. Love love love yourself. This life is so short. You know it is. It scares your soul. Why do you keep acting immune As if death applies to all but you. As if your self-destructive actions
Keep looking. You are so much more then you let yourself think You give so much more to those blind to your heart overfilled with generosity. Why do you fear That you think too highly of yourself? Fear you are not enough. Not worth it. Fear that unrequited love Is proportional to your self-worth. Remember
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