"I am spinning the silk threads of my story,
weaving the fabrics of my world.
I spun out of control.
Eating was hard.
Breathing was hard.
Living was hardest.
I wanted to swallow the bitter seeds of forgetfulness...
Somehow, I dragged myself out of the dark and asked for help.
I spin and weave and knit my words and visions until a life starts to take shape.
There is nos magic cure,
no making it all go away forever.
There are only small steps upward;
an easier day,
an unexpected laugh,
a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.
I am thawing."
- Wintergirls
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