what you feed, is what will grow.
sometimes we don’t realize that we’re so comfortable with our demons, with our fears; the devil we know. we’d rather hold onto the pain, the wounds, than release it all to make space for more.
I hope you unbury the bodies in your backyard. I hope you exorcise your demons before they exercise you.
stay strong, darlings.
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