I was always teetering.
I was always afraid.
What if i couldn't take it anymore
What if i just couldn't
The darkness that pulled me in was mostly faceless.
But sometimes it was the social media.
Sometimes it was boys.
Or my parents. Or a friend. Or anxiety.
I have always lived so close to the edge
One day, i just might slip and fall
Or maybe I would pull through one more time.
Maybe I'll find the strength inside.
I envision my lungs bursting with joy, knocking down the darkness.

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