I know…

I know that sometimes the sky gets too dark. That you drift between days without feeling anything.
I know how sometimes you have to bleed.
How you are holding inside secrets and wars.
How you want him to stay.
How you seal dreams in bottles for safekeeping, but you never break the seal.
How you are so afraid that you won’t scream.

How despite everything you still survive.

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