This time last year I was weak.
I let my emotions run wild and wore all feelings on my sleeves.
Needless to say I've learned.
Pick the battles,
Choose my heart,
Guard all sacred to me.
A year to fall into depression.
A year to realize I'm free.
A year to mourn him again.
A year to build her up,
Only to take her down again.
Musings of a year
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