What I feared the most was being encountered with those unresolved feelings. It was no one's job but mine and I had been so good at dodging the bullets, but staring down the barrel there's nowhere to run. I have to face the sentiment, the beating heart, the spiraling, the anger, the sadness of it all.
I made the right choices back then, still, I'm not who I wanted to be, who I thought I'd become once I escaped and it made me wonder.
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