Scared

Sometimes I am just scared. And despite me knowing I have a wonderful life, I can’t help this pit in my stomach. I’m falling somewhere between a life I am leaving, a life I truly don’t exist in, and a life I yearn to live and feel. I need to strengthen my armor. Protect my heart. And move. Forward.

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