Buried in hurt.
Swallowed with pride.
Gasping for air even being outside.
Free to be me but still misplaced.
This journey is continuous
Yet feelings are scarce
Anticipation grows stronger every day.
Longing for closure, but not ready to venture into the past.
Wounds are healing but scars there
As a reminder of who I was and not who I still am.
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