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it's been years.
and I am not the same person anymore
and I don't think I ever will be.
I believed that people didn't change, we always stayed the same (once a screw up, always a screw up)
but i'm learning that I was wrong, about so many things....and that's okay.
I learned so many things about myself. Why I am the way I am and why I have done the things that I have done.
I am no longer sorry, or holding on.
I am cryiong out and falling, alone.
I am swimming with my thoughts
and hugging all of my demons
accepting the mistake and all of my imperfections.
it's been about...four years and I still don't think I'll love the same way again.
not until I love myself
and that's exactly what I've been doing for these past few years
learning to love myself.