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Why am I always fighting,
always crying,
always pushing myself away?
I’m hiding for today.
But when I return,
it burns—
all the things I threw away.
For what?
To fit in.
To begin.
Starting over
and over again.
Tired of repeating
the same disasters,
the end is coming faster.
Can I heal?
Is this for real?
All I can do is hope
and avoid
the end of the rope.
About the Creator
Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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