I'm Not Okay

A Wreck

I wasn't okay with him coming back

And I wasn't okay with calling him my Paran again.

I wasn't okay with pretending I was alright and it didn't matter.

I wasn't okay with being told "other people have it worse" .

I wasn't okay with being treated like I was being dramatic.

I'm still not okay. I'm goddamn fucked up, but that is okay.

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