it’s okay.When your days start to resemble a well-rehearsed production and you’re the extra going through the motions backstage, it’s okay.When you feel as though someone strapped dumbbells to your ankles and every task feels like an uphill battle, it’s okay.You’re allowed to succumb to your sorrow and be a slave to misery every once in a while.
No one said you have to glue the fragments of your life back into a picture that those on the outside looking in will approve of.If one passing thought tells you there’s no point to this hollow world we live in, it’s okay.If the next fleeting thought tells you that your birth was a mistake and that you don’t add value to the human ensemble, it’s okay.Like every hero, you’re allowed to have.
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