I'm really ready to take this next step.
To get more used to the sound of my own voice between my ears.
To find a way to walk without sticks.
Shake off and breathe in
I can't show my work, I don't have to.
I just need to go it alone.
I just have to not be a "we".
Sun rises through the window, and I'm headed home.
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The day you drove away from your past was the worst day. Each day from there is better than yesterday. Each day will be tomorrow from then, and one day it won't matter any more.
I still love you.
I will always love you.
I have always loved you.
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