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Thank You.




Thank you me, 
For bearing with every bit of pain
That I have inflicted on you.

I know I haven’t been kind enough with you.

I fought and wrestled,
When in actuality, you were just scared and shivering
And all you needed was an embrace and forgiveness.

In many moments of frustration, it felt easy
To give in and settle in the void,
And let lies flood my head about 
how I wasn’t being hard enough with you.

It fills me with shame and regret
When I think of how I let myself 
Compare you to just hours of productivity,
Checked off to-do lists and perfect grades.

I failed to see you as you were -
A human being with heart and soul,
And a body that needed love and rest.

Thank you Body,
For serving me all these years,
And housing my soul safely.

Thank you, Heart,
For thinking about those who root for you,
Every time you wanted to give up on yourself.

Thank you for all that you have done,
And continue to do for me.
I promise to protect and care for you,
And learn not to abuse you for a race.

Because no matter what, 
you are my home,

And I am yours. 

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