If I am not seen, do I exist?

I’ve been working hard on my poetry, editing, revising and rewriting. I’m at that point where everything is shit and if I could press the delete button, I’d delete myself.

The past doesn’t define you.

Nor does it confine you to live a certain way.

Remind yourself:

 

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This is something I wrote for myself on a very dark day; wishing to remind myself that even if it doesn’t feel this way, there is strength in surviving through the darkness.