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A Long Way


Dear me of the past,


You’ll get there-

We’ll start with that.

The way is hard

But you’re living-

You made it to

22

 

Take a deep breath

Let me set the scene.
You have a room in a flat

and you

buy your own groceries

You don’t go hungry anymore

You

Made it through

You’re making it through

 

It’s hard

To inhale some days

But you take a bath

(you can take a bath!)

and you Care

 

You tend to your heart

That you once thought to

remove from your chest

and you let yourself

be bad/be good/be Alive

 

You’re 16 and someone listens to you

When your guts spill out to them

When you fall

You don’t fall far

 

This is me

Giving you permission

Do what you need to

To get to here

To grow up

(you’re going to go so far)

 

Now and Forever,

It’s me

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