A long time ago, before I even met you,
someone replaced my chest with a broken record.
For years, it’s been stammering through
the same old tune.
I want you to know I’m trying.
I quit smoking. I’m doing yoga. And those days
I wake up wishing for death are getting fewer
and farther apart.

No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok
since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that
will have to be enough

Autore: Clementine von Radics

A long time ago, before I even met you, <br />someone replaced my chest with a broken record. <br />For years, it’s been stammering through <br />the same old tune.<br />I want you to know I’m trying. <br />I quit smoking. I’m doing yoga. And those days <br />I wake up wishing for death are getting fewer <br />and farther apart.<br /><br />No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok <br />since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. <br />I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that <br />will have to be enough - Clementine von Radics



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