
Some days move slow, some pass too fast,
One blink and somehow, years have passed.
Tried to hold on, but time slipped through,
Like sand in hands I never knew.
There's silence in things I never said,
And nights I talk just in my head.
I carry weight no one can see,
And still pretend it's only me.
Not where I thought I'd end up now,
Not even sure I quite know how.
But somehow, I kept moving through,
With scars that most will never view.
There've been some faces that stayed,
Some kindness that never swayed.
A stranger's glance, a friend's small word,
The quiet help that went unheard.
And though I never said it clear,
It meant the world to just feel near.
Not fixed, not healed, not close to done,
But grateful still, for everyone.
If life's a storm I'm passing through,
I owe some peace, in part to you.
No need to ask or understand,
Just know I saw the helping hand.
And if I fade or disappear,
Please just remember... I was here.
Still breathing slow, still holding tight,
Still chasing something in the night.
No perfect end, no flawless start,
But still a very beating heart.
Still lost, still real, still trying to be,
Still here... somehow... still finding me.
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