This one's for the survivors -
for the ones who wake up every day
with the weight of the world on their chest
and still find a way to breathe.
For the ones who walk through crowded rooms
and feel like the air is too thick,
like the eyes are too sharp,
like the silence is too loud,
and yet, they keep walking.
For the ones who've been told
to just get over it,
to move on
like trauma has an expiration date,
like healing is a timeline you can follow
on some map they made up
in a world that's never had to hold
what you hold.
This is for you.
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