I’ll be there

Don’t think this goodbye is it; mother taught me that giving up is a coward’s move, and it’s my choices that shape my future. These hands must heal, but I will let none see their wounds. This mouth spills words, but I will stay silent. When you’re ready to listen, come to the darkest corner you can find.

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