Nikki. Connecticut.
MYSELF.
A long time ago, before I even met you,
someone replaced my chest with a broken record.
For years, it’s been stammering through
the same old tune.I want you to know I’m trying.
I quit smoking. I’m doing yoga. And those days
I wake up wishing for death are getting fewer
and farther apart.No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok
since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that
will have to be enough.
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In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
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Just passing through
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