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so many things

so many things

so many things

there are so many things i cannot tell you

like how there is a sadness inside me that has no name, sitting heavy in the pit of my stomach, causing me to weep at the slightest thing

that i’m afraid that i won’t ever find my place to call home

i don’t know where my road goes

how much of an impostor i feel in my own life

i can feel the sun on my face, but climbing out of the dark into the light often fills me with fear instead of joy

i don’t know what you need, or even if i can give it to you

i don’t need you to fix me

i don’t know how to ease my own suffering, so the thought of being able to help the world sometimes feels impossible

being with you, i feel small and insignificant

sometimes i wish the outside of me was more beautiful

it feels like it is taking me too long to learn my lessons

sometimes i wish i could go back to sleep

thank-you for leaving. it prompted me to get out and live my life