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You didn’t? What’s wrong with you?
Unfeeling? Repressed emotion. Unhealthy. You should see someone. Let go of those resentments. Acknowledge your pain. You’ll feel better. No I won’t. Nothing's wrong with me. I feel deeply, I embrace my emotions. Healthy, I see myself. I don’t believe in resentment. I choose not to have pain. And I feel blessed. I will not grieve to fit your expectation. Do not presume to judge. I found her Like a baby, asleep on her comforter. Free finally from pain. Wrapped in a serenity, Earned through a lifetime of physical adversity Faced with grit and grace. This cocoon for a soul, finally released its butterfly. I can do no less than respect its freedom.
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