shed your skin. brace for impact. carry the whole sea on your shoulders. laugh at the pain. laugh at the pain. participate. participate. give yourself a reason to stay, like a garden, and nurture those flowers until the end of time. sleep in the meadow of the flowers you led yourself to love because you believe in something more than just the decay in your body, that if you could grow a home from the dirt and the dust, then surely you deserved to live there.
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