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I want you to know that my heart's still beating and I'm only pretending to drown. I want you to know that I'll still be here when the sun sets and the moon rises and I get a glimpse of its craters amongst the clouds. I'll be here when the wind screams through the window and the rain lies sideways to get away. I will emerge from an ocean, an exam hall, a forest triumphant. I'll keep my blood off the leaf litter and I won't die alone, if at all.

I'll write it so it can be read and not in a code or lifeless scrawl. Maybe I'll make my letters loops and pretty and learn cursive off the internet (I was never taught).

If it comes down to a choice between hiding insecurity and hiding its cause, I'll banish both and run until my eyes blank over.

Perhaps I'll even speak or fight back. Or manage to wake up before I die.

I want you to know these are my hopes. My confidence wants you to know these are my destiny. My paranoia wants you to know these are as real as the clichéd 'I'm fine'.

Description
I want you to know that my heart's still beating and I'm only pretending to drown. I want you to know that I'll still be here when the sun sets and the moon rises and I get a glimpse of its craters amongst the clouds. I'll be here when the wind screams through the window and the rain lies sideways to get away. I will emerge from an ocean, an exam hall, a forest triumphant. I'll keep my blood off the leaf litter and I won't die alone, if at all.

I'll write it so it can be read and not in a code or lifeless scrawl. Maybe I'll make my letters loops and pretty and learn cursive off the internet (I was never taught).

If it comes down to a choice between hiding insecurity and hiding its cause, I'll banish both and run until my eyes blank over.

Perhaps I'll even speak or fight back. Or manage to wake up before I die.

I want you to know these are my hopes. My confidence wants you to know these are my destiny. My paranoia wants you to know these are as real as the clichéd 'I'm fine'.