I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes. Not out of sadness, I think out of the feeling of resurrection.
My chest no longer felt heavy, my joints no longer ached.
When I finally got up to look in the mirror, my skin no longer looked dull, but supple.
My eyes once sunken in, looked as if I'd opened them from years worth of sleep.
my smile was sincere.
I had gotten some of my curves back.
It felt as if I was reborn, as if I had shed every inch of skin he touched and I kcould start over. What a wonderful beginning to my morning.
-my rebirth after you left
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