Some days your lungs will bleed and the fresh air is made of salt. Some days your skins will be a wound and the world is nothing but acid. On these days, you need to know that it is okay to cry. Some days you will feel naked and vulnerable like when sadness left, he took your whole closet with him. I am writing this because none of us can be saved. None of us can be fixed, because there’s nothing that needs fixing. You are you. Do not listen to the boy who tells you that you are broken because he hasn’t bothered looking into a mirror. Some days, loud noises will still feel like needles on
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