I can't put my finger on it, but I know that something has changed. In me. I'm not who I was a week ago. I've changed. There are still remnants of the man who used to live in me, and they are part of me. I have to clean up what he left behind. I need to learn how to live in this being. The eyes seem so large, what is peering through them so small. I don't mourn the departure of this man. Actually glad that he has moved on. I feel closer to myself than I have felt in years. I feel like I can move on. The man left behind much. I learned to act like him, I learned to think like him. But now that he is gone I must learn to develop who I am. Everything that goes wrong is no longer is fault, but mine. Everything good no longer will go to his credit. It it me. This existence feels strange. Like a newborn opening her eyes. But I remember how I used to be. At least I think I do. I'm scared. I'm excited. I can do this. I won't fail. I won't run away.
I'll taste my tears.
I'll face my fears.
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