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Heal.

The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.

Shooting Star.

The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.

Issues.

She sees a soul trapped in a body with self worth issues.

Dark.

All I could see was, his dark brown eyes staring at me.

Reflection.

I kept searching for you. To talk to you about how my day went.