I know there are days that’ve felt like eternities, when tiredness has seeped into your bones without the sun even close to setting, when you’ve said and done things you wish you hadn’t. Your life is circular, and even worse, spiral, and downwards at that. Sometimes you wish you could start over, fresh and new.

(The secret that’s not so secret is, you can; rather, you are, but not because of you.)

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