I am sitting with myself today. I moved around my bedroom in the hopes of my mind moving with it. I stood outside and was silent. I felt the wet grass under my feet and put my head towards the sky. I feel today. I’m not sure why. I sat on the floor of my bedroom and let myself feel. It was coming over me; it creeped up my back and over my head. I didn’t fight it. It’s good to cry. It reminds me that I am alive. I looked at myself in the mirror. I need her.

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