and you'll come across a new morning someday. you'll swirl around in your bedroom and fall back on your bed over the crinkled pastel bedsheets, chuckling hard. you'll let that sunshine in; through those laced curtains. maybe with someone who soothes your soul, or maybe alone; it won't matter anymore. all the people that you'd have ever loved, will just be stories or verses; paintings maybe., stacked in bookshelves that you had always wanted to have. you'll sing to a tune, long forgotten, holding a clock and watching it tick backwards, with your reflection in the mirror. you'll laugh at your teen self and at the fact that teen means trouble. someday, you'll make it through.
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