day1

It’s over.

I’m done.

It hurts so bad.

Morning is dark.

Night time is flooded.

Nothing seems beautiful.

Stil, there’s always and always and always something

TO BE THANKFUL FOR.

Like this freedom….

How long will this day be over?

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