I’ve been here before. fleshy skin to bone to ash and back. It all ends the same. I keep exiting myself just to return back to this skin. When do we forgive ourselves is it before or after the storm I’m afraid the answer will be never. When will what we have be enough? stretched, beaten, and dead. My biggest fears are that my children will inherit this and the cycle will just continue.
(Source: shiftingself)
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Posted on Tuesday February 14th
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