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If you knew me five months ago, you probably don’t know me anymore. If you knew me five years ago, you wouldn’t recognize me. I don’t hold on. Even when I think I will die if I let go. I never hold on. I don’t try to. I will always be a runner. I am uncomfortable with my past, but not in my skin. I feel right at home, right where I am. I’ve spent years recreating memories in my head. I’m afraid of this pattern. But more afraid of something I can’t touch. And so, I will continue to change. To never give too many pieces away. I can’t afford to be torn apart anymore. I am reckless with my heart, but dangerous with my mind. You can only grow so much before you are reborn.