There is nothing wrong with being born into the arms of imaginary friends.
You won't be tragically vivid
Shout out to the pain that gave me understanding
Epic pain has arisen
Grossly untouched, sadly shaken
Without all the burdens, I am traveling light.
When you are lost, the rapid search has you wisely weary
But where is my identity? What is this family? Why don’t I belong? Is it me?
You are not forsaken.
Your treasure is to be off rhythm. Your sound is high pitched, not for everyone to discover.
For you….walking is harder than running & crawling is ridiculous.
Being microscopic doesn't mean you aren’t vicious.
So do your dance……write backwards….eat slow…..read constantly
When your recovery has found you & your journey has set you free……you’re not finished
Lost or found…..Life is always unfinished business
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