This ice cold heart now turned into a cavern.
Sinking in on itself, I’m starting to recognize the patterns.
Not knowing what it felt like to be heard,
I yell into the void.
The void doesn’t yell back, you learn.
It gently whispers
“You were hurt, but you can still turn things around.”
Trusting in yourself shouldn’t be something you have to earn.
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