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For years, I had a manifested, ticking sadness, due to complications that arose of a former life. In the past few days, the wounds were bled and finally given the chance to heal.

I awoke this morning with a different kind of joy. The kind of joy that only builds after the best defenses are let down. Fear and loathing and regret into uniform, untouched comfort. What with love burns, only love can heal. Tomorrow, I rise to new challenges, new awakenings and a full perspective. Able to move on.