Move on

and to start, it feels like a black cloud hovering over your head, a weight on each shoulder, willing you to the ground, to break down. It feels like the most important thing in the world, all consuming, its thick in the air, always at arms length.

You fade into them

You give some of yourself up to take some of them

You forget you who you are

Until the will to move on brings you back up to your knees..

You are strong

You have worth, you are worthy

You are you, and you are beautiful

Remember who you are

it was just a bad day.



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