the truth is we're all just managing in the aftermathMature

The truth is, we’re all broken until we realize that it’s our cracks and our breaks that help us survive the natural disasters that ravage our shores. 
The truth is, we’re all just sleeping through our lives until we are jolted awake and the insomnia sets in because it is so easy to miss the thin film of dreams covering up reality; it’s much easier to never close your eyes long enough to let it settle.

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