dear insecurity,

every now and then, you can close your eyes and still find your way. remember to breathe because your not sinking in a paper boat; you are not lost at the bottom of the ocean. sometimes you might feel like disappearing into the wet sand, but remember: we are never really alone,
and your eyes are not sad.
no, they are

glowing.

love, poem


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