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There's only one way

And that's through.


I have to walk through the memories.


The text messages.


The journal entries.


The darkness.


The depression.


The mistakes.


The regrets.


I have to cut through it over and over until I'm at the other side.


Through the tears.


Through the sadness.


Cut.


Cut.


But what's on the other side?


Freedom?


Bravery?


Or insanity?

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