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My life belonged to you. Everyone one of you. The people who have been at my side for years, my family and friends. But gradually as my world shifts to a place so far from home I can't say anymore that my life belongs to anyone else. And gradually I find myself belonging more to me. Looking back as recently as last year when my skies were white, my trees were constantly green, and everywhere I saw water, I was a subject to my love of all of you. My life was defined by everyone else, my support.