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It’s really hard
Not finding the words you crave to find
Not having the air you die to breathe
Realizing nothing’s the color you thought
it would be.

You slowly die inside
In every silence, every piece of misery
Every piece of willingness to accept it all.
You die, and you don’t even notice it.

It happens ever so slightly, and before you know it
Everything that made you glorious is gone.

-Photo stolen from Kellymckernan

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