Pick it up, pick it all up.

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by 雨 @Pixiv

Pick it up, pick it all up.
And start again.
You've got a second chance,
you could go home.
Escape it all.

It's just irrelevant.

I know a lot of people feel so completely lost with themselves.
I know I'm not the only one struggling to find myself and my place in this world.
I know I'm not alone, and I know people are always reaching out to me.

Trying to help me, trying to be there for me, and trying to keep me here.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

You could still be,
what you want to,
What you said you were,
when you met me.

It's not too late. I can fix things. I can get my shit together.
I can still keep trying to be that girl I want to be.

Except I can't. Not really.

It's always too late.

Where am I supposed to be?

I used to start over and over again. I used to be able to pick myself back up again.
I used to be brilliant and kind to the depths of my heart.

It's just.
Who doesn't get tired of starting over and over again?
Every time I start over, the only thing I keep hoping to re-gain are my words.
And every time, I fail, and I feel like it's too little, too late.

I just need some medicine
to fix this.

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