Healing is not pretty.
It is ugly and raw.
I want to swim to the shore, but I am drowning again.
Surrounded by dirt, weighed down with pain.
I am sinking back into the darkness.
I need time to repair the damage.
So eager to emerge from this wreckage of broken dreams, frustrated by own derision and lack of self-belief.
So I go back to sleep, hoping one day I will wake up and be washed clean.
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