Even on the brightest days....

Will I ever be fine again? Was I actually ever fine? What is even the definition of fine.

I learned to carry on through the storm because failing was not an option; showing my tears, insecurities were not an option.

Even on the brightest days, your shadow holds my hopes to the ground.

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