And I realized — it's come back again.
I realized I'm not okay.
I think I know why (maybe).
What I often don’t know is how to get out of this.
Even though it's happened so many times, I still don’t understand how to handle it when it returns.
But the world keeps turning, time keeps moving.
It won’t wait for “I’m okay.”
Even though it’s hard, please don’t give up.
I’m still here — with you.
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If not for work dragging me out,
I’d stay hidden within these four walls,
where silence feels safer than the world outside.
