So this is what rock bottom feels like. Not so nice to meet you, but I’m Megan. Please do me the favor of burying me deeper, beyond the reach of the sun. Cover me in dirt and allow passers by to stomp upon me, crumbling my pieces into a finite dust, for I feel in no emotional state ready to be in the presence of light. When I am ready, if my seeds withstand the storm- not getting blown, destroyed, dehydrated or drown, allow me to bloom into the person I hope to become.


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