when things were normal

i couldn't be myself

when things were normal
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when things were normal

ineverseemedtoreallypauseandstop

when things were normal

icouldrunawayfromwhatineeded

when things were normal

iwaswhatidid

when things were normal

alliwantedwastobedistractedfromwhatreallymattered

when things were normal

icouldntbemyself

when things were normal

ididntknowwhomyselfwas

when things were normal

iwouldnthavetakenamuchneededbreak

when things were normal

alliwantedwastowork

when things were normal

iwasrunningonexhaustedfumes

when things were normal

iwasmadangryfrustratedandresentful

when things weren't normal

that all slowly changed

. . .

now things aren't normal

i stopped and chatted for a bit

now things aren't normal

i slept in an hour more

now things aren't normal

i thank myself for being strong

now things aren't normal

i'm blessed to share this life with the trees

now things aren't normal

i noticed that i gained some weight

now things aren't normal

i can laugh about the pain of living

now things aren't normal

i finally can pause and stop

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