one hundred twenty three
I will make it out of here alive,
Despite the dizziness in my head and
The shaking of my hands.
Life is composed of these moments and I will not waste these moments.
I need to want to get out,
And shatter these windows.
I will be okay.
I am holding on.
I won't let go,
I won't fall without getting back up.
I am here.
- (m.m)
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