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"Never know how much you love her or she'll kill you with it."

- Anonymous//Diary of an Oxygen Thief

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You Will Get Through This Night.

There’s a moment at the end of every day, where the world falls away and you are left alone with your thoughts. A reckoning. When the things you have been pushing to the background come forward and demand your attention.

Mental health is something we all have. Whether you know you’re going through a tough time, or feel like you are fine - it’s always there, invisible, but influencing what you feel, how you react. Sometimes it can feel like a fog you’re powerless to navigate through, but that’s not true. You can be your own light.

It’s not something to be cured, there isn’t one solution, but if we understand our minds, we can communicate with our consciousness and put ourselves back in control so we can really live. So the next day you know what steps to take to make a change, and you can look after yourself the days after that. We’re on this journey for a long time and we owe it to ourselves to not just survive, but thrive. I can do it and so can you. 

You will get through this night.

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I can’t seem to write perfect words or make them flow as they should.

They don’t sound Particularly profound.

I can’t paint you pretty pictures or blend colors like other artists do.

My watercolors don’t  bleed beautifully.

But I can say I love you in as many languages as you need me to.

I can be fluent in loving you.

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Swimming Lessons

I believe that we read poetry to relate to the world. We see our lives through the words of a poet when we are incapable of expressing ourselves. I started reading poetry as a way to comfort myself through spells of depression. Discovering poems that closely reflected the thoughts in my own head became reassuring in a time when I felt severely misunderstood.  It’s hard to imagine that anyone out there could possibly feel the same things that you do, to the depths that you feel them. Therein lies the beauty and surprise of poetry. Once you see that someone understands your feelings, suddenly you’re not alone anymore. I decided a little over a year ago that I wanted to share my own collection of poems in the hopes that they could bring comfort to whomever is looking for it.  The inspiration for this collection came from personal experiences as well as experiences that are not my own. Emotion can be explored and felt through the fabrication of a story, and some of these poems were crafted out of pure empathy for those around me. Each one of us leads vastly different lives, and yet we can all relate to the fundamental feelings of happiness and sorrow. I hope that you, the reader, can see yourself reflected in my words.

- Lili Reinhart

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best revenge.

I remember that feeling

the cold air dancing on my  hands as they were the only  thing to be exposed

I sat there on the balcony of the  apartment we shared

I took a deep breath and yet this heaviness remained sitting within my chest

it was in that moment that I’d do anything to make you feel the way I did

but then I realized that the best revenge would be to become more of everything you failed to one day search for after the world had its way with you

and when you returned

I’d be gone

enjoying myself, happy and peaceful with someone stronger than you were

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tangled.

how quickly we become twisted tied and tangled within eachother lost in a translation that only we can comprehend I understand your complex emotions flowing, crashing like waves within the ocean open for me to enter so good, I refuse to leave we get each other  we know exactly what the other needs

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You got this. One day at a time. You are resilient, courageous, and capable. Be proud of yourself. It isn’t easy enduring depression/anxiety.

-The Anxiety Man.

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eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.

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no one talks about when you have to breakup with someone you still love. is it because it’s uncommon or because it’s something that you’re supposed to conceal? it’s not a normal ending, you sit there breaking someone’s heart while simultaneously breaking your own even though you know it’s for the best. when it’s over where does that love go, because all i feel is it sitting next to the guilt- i can’t believe i hurt them, why didn’t i just give it a little longer, this is my fault. and the regret- what if it was the wrong choice, maybe we could have fixed it, i want them back. but you know things weren’t working, you know love isn’t always enough.

4am

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i haven’t really been doing anything but i still need a break from everything.

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Love words in Spanish are just the loveliest: Hermosa Querida Linda Bonita Preciosa Chiquita Bella Mi Amor Mi Cariño Mi Corazón

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Pain changes you.

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Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G. H. (translated by Idra Novey)

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Switch your mentality from “I’m broken and helpless” to “I’m growing and healing” and watch how your life changes for the better.

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I have depression. But I prefer to say, ‘I battle’ depression instead of ‘I suffer’ with it. Because depression hits, but I hit back. Battle on.