cruel summer

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A year ago at this time I was crying in my room, music pulsing through my body staring at myself lifeless in the mirror. This year at the same time I sit in my living room eating free food from work with my brothers home for the weekend, dry eyed and in the beginning stage of real happiness, ready to go to youth group tomorrow morning. And somehow that's all that matters.

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