For the ones who made it out but left pieces of themselves behind, who learned to breathe again but not to sleep, who smile at the right moments and mean it less than they used to.

For the days that ask too much. For the days that give nothing. For the ordinary Tuesday that ambushes you in a grocery store with a song you were not ready for.

For the ones who made it out but left pieces of themselves behind, who learned to breathe again but not to sleep, who smile at the right moments and mean it less than they used to.

For the days that ask too much. For the days that give nothing. For the ordinary Tuesday that ambushes you in a grocery store with a song you were not ready for.

You can smile now For the ones who made it out but left pieces of themselves behind. Who learned to breathe again but not to sleep. Who smile at the right moments and mean it a little less each time.

For the days that ask too much. For the days that offer nothing. For the ordinary Tuesday that finds you in a grocery store, undone by a song you weren't ready for.

You can smile now. It doesn't have to mean you're whole.

the past Vincent would feed in

*Written August 7th 2026· mulberry st - living

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