Get out. Get ouy of your fucking head. Let out. Stop talking like you dont have a reason. Everyone can bleed. Nothing is needed.
This is for me. For you. The one who doesnt care about himself. So well talk and talk and write and write. Because words outside the mind are an expression.
An expression of emotion trapped inside that we cant find how to release, to get rid of to make us feel normal and that were worth it.
So sobriety doesnt have to feel like a day of regret. A day when you feel anxious for every pair of eyes looks at you. Judging you. Showing you how youre not as good as they are cause they can keep it together.
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