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After the Rain

Photo by Nick Nice on Unsplash

How long does a rainstorm have to last for us to forget that the sun is a star that shines? I hold onto a kind of hope that’s stronger than I am: there was, there is, there has to be a light. That’s what I tell myself every night.

People ask me questions about the future. Tell me, tell me who you want me to be. I didn’t think that I’d make it this far. A couple of years ago, I doubted that I’d live to be thirty. Now I’m planning for…

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Divorced, biracial woman in my early 20’s | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at https://ko-fi.com/aashaanna

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