Healing isn't fast or clean
It's muddled days and nights unseen
It's waking up with no relief
Then smiling through a newer grief
It's fighting * inside your mind
It's crying when you've fallen behind
Not perfect steps, not linear eyes
Just messy hope beneath the skies Don't make it neat,
don't call it mean
Cheating isn't fast or clean Growth is a tangled line
Not perfect steps,
not linear eyes Just messy hope beneath the skies
Don't make it neat,
don't call it mean Cheating isn't fast or clean
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