Still trying to understand why I continue to apologize to people for the way my matter displaces the air, and why I endlessly pass judgment on where my cells store their energy on my body.
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
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