It hit me today like a bolt of lightning through the glass house I keep seeing in my dreams. The power of goodbye is only what you make it. I don't have to be here anymore if I choose.
I'm only 23, it makes sense now. I do need time to grow, time to learn, time to give.
Goodbye, it doesn't mean forever. It isn't and end, it's growth, it's a test. It's everything beautiful I've wished for, everything I've needed all this time.
I'm home at last...
I'm right here, babe. Come wind come rain. No more rain. The grass can grow now. I do believe.
Undoing 3 months of damage only took three minutes, the bottle said. I had it in me all the time.
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