Dear you,
Don’t let your bones be a mixture of anger and marrow.
Don’t let your mouth sing its song everyday.
Don’t let it consume you
Dont let it fuel your dreams.
Dear you,
Don’t treat your heart like a public space.
Dont let everyone sit and marvel at its walls.
It holds your joy.
And your joy is precious gold.
Dear you,
Don’t get used to sadness.
Don’t think of it as your favourite chair feeling out of place if you are not in it.
Pain is not comfortable
It’s only numbing.
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