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
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