Stop. Please, stop.

    October 30, 2018

    The moment I let go of it
    Was the moment I got more than I could handle
    The moment I jumped off of it
    Was the moment I touched down

    How bout no longer being masochistic
    How bout remembering your divinity
    How bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
    How bout not equating death with stopping.


    Will we ever be able to forgive you?


    Posted by dayle at 11:52 pm
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