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A year without writing.
A year of losing myself.
A year of unhealthy coping mechanisms.
A year in a bad relationship.
A year invested in someone who cheated.
A year that killed me.
A year of anxiety attacks everyday
A year of unhealthiness.
A year wasted caring about people who didn't give a damn about me.
I made it out alive.
A year of losing myself.
A year of unhealthy coping mechanisms.
A year in a bad relationship.
A year invested in someone who cheated.
A year that killed me.
A year of anxiety attacks everyday
A year of unhealthiness.
A year wasted caring about people who didn't give a damn about me.
I made it out alive.
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I know you can claw your way up, farther up than you ever knew you could go.
I believe in you.
And you ARE loved <3
I hope to be back in 6-9 months. Then we can chill all the time!
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