truth
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It’s late. I take a deep breath. In this quiet moment I let the tears flow. I prefer to cry alone. I’m authentic in this moment. The fear is real. The moment is surreal. I feel gratitude for the moments I have left. “One breath at a time” I say when it’s just
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I know the term low grade fever is used when describing someone having a fever that is not dangerous. I feel like these last few months I have had a low-grade depression, because I am functional, I go to work, I make an effort to be sociable for the most part. But the solitude that
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Did it sting? Did it burn? Was it an overwhelming pain? I cannot remember.
Shhh... my Soul is talking, listen. 