At times, I yearn to escape—not from the present, but from my past. The trauma lingers, haunting me and robbing me of sleep.
I long to flee from the pain even though I understand it’s transient.
Amidst the rubble of life, I am slowly rediscovering myself, and there’s a strange beauty in that journey, despite the intense hurt.
There are moments when I wish I could not just dull the agony but silence it altogether, perhaps with a little help from the green.
Yet, I remind myself that I am stronger than anything life, or my past, can throw my way. I’ve got this!
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