Trust me, you’ll be fine.
I took a couple to the chest, back, and heart, and yet I walk among you anew.
When I took a deep breath and air was still passing through, I promised myself I would make it through.
For being alive is proof, a statement that I exist. And if I exist, then I can eventually paint every darkness with proof that I was once in your shoes, that with time, I made it through.
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