12-10-06| 2:01 am


I always wondered how it would feel to be weak.

they say that everything up until this very moment has made us who we are but there comes a point where we must exist separately from all of that. I must exist, separate from you, separate from my past. Here I am, here is what I know: I exist and I will continue.

I am pretending I have never been stronger than this, thinner than this, happier than this. I am not looking to the past. I exist, I will continue. From here.



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