Always there

Remember the time I held on to you for dear life? How I refused to let go. I was scared if you left that I would leave me too! I didn’t know then what I know now. I am with myself, even when I am not myself. The memories testify to this… I was there even at the times I had checked out mentally, froze in time emotionally, or pinched my arm hard to numb the uninvited pains. I was there while on the run from my story digging myself in “love” but what did we know about love huh?

You wanted a pet and I was desperately in need of kindness to teach me how to love me. Teach Me? Me? The girl who has always been there!

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