Who I Will Be

You can't quite break this, this door that has left you trapped in the silence.

You might not think this, but you are on both sides of the gauntlet all at once. One foot in the battle, the other looking over the damage telling me that you made it through.

You can't quite quit this, this shame that has followed you in the darkness.

You might not believe this, but you can see easier in the pitch. All at once, things will become clear to you, and you will be able to get used to the darkness- but not enough that you won't be able to reenter the light.

You can't quite believe this, but you are the best thing I've ever experienced.

You might not see it now, but you are me. You are who I used to be, sitting in the room with the lights off, trying to mold myself into the plaster that is holding me in.

Because it is. It is holding me in, and it is painful.

I can't quite see it now, but I will remember you when this is all over.

I will remember, and I will thank you.

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