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A year ago, I was scared. I was always nervous, shaking, nothing could've compared to the feelings I've felt every day, hour, minute, emotions that always gave me a limit on what I could do and maintain.
Dear dad, To this very day, There is so much to say, Pen to paper, No ink, Please don't go away. Dear dad, Each step means no less, It matters not to me,
Is heal real? Do we heal? Does healing just relieve a part of our struggles? Or everything? Healing is important It is the way to get back up