Every time I hit rock bottom
there's always someone
picking me up—whether
they stay in the long run
or be the cause for my
next descent after a year—
they were there
I'll never forget that
—been grateful for the
filth from me that they
put up with
For those people
—I will stay
Even if the rest
of the world
turns its back
on me
For them
—I will stay
Even when the rest
of the stars tell me
that I'm not meant
to be loved
because I'm me
—I will stay
For the people
who believed I'm still
worth something
despite being broken
and torn down
For the people
who stayed
—I will stay
october 18, 2021
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every thing is sad
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