On staying golden.

Broken strings & Pretty things

There will be days where you throw yourself down on the floor and dive into the depths of your loneliness.
There will be days where you wish you could crawl into bed and sweep your problems away with the pull of the covers.
There will be days where you feel so delicate that you are unsure if you can even take the next step without shattering.
There will be days where you have walked so far you think that you have gone as far as you will ever get.
There will be days where you look in the mirror and wish so desperately that you were someone else.
There will be days where you wonder if you’ll ever crawl out of this with the wonder you once held.

There will be days upon days filled with discomfort and disappointment and wishing you could crawl back into your parents’ bed and be…

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