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This is the end of a weird chapter of my brief and lovely life-- a bittersweet transition into the unwritten. Somewhere I know that there is a great sense of loss but I don't feel it yet, or perhaps I've already coped with it in my own way, in my own limbo.
My eyes are heavy with tears that won't fall away, my spirit is no stronger than a flickering light bulb in a dark room and my mind is as blank as the pages in front of me, and yet somehow, a decision we made in less than a minute was just what was needed to lift the weight from my heart--
freedom to heal in lieu of a sweet moment that I no longer have the option to squeeze.
my own bed, my own story
My eyes are heavy with tears that won't fall away, my spirit is no stronger than a flickering light bulb in a dark room and my mind is as blank as the pages in front of me, and yet somehow, a decision we made in less than a minute was just what was needed to lift the weight from my heart--
freedom to heal in lieu of a sweet moment that I no longer have the option to squeeze.
my own bed, my own story