Unclean

Drawing

Every day before I sleep, I look in the mirror, toothbrush in hand. And wonder: was it all worth it? Was it as strong as I believed?

No matter how mature or hard you try, the pettiness of needing to know the other person is struggling just as you are wins. And not because you want them to hurt, but because you don’t want to be forgotten.

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