MOVING ON
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Last published Tue, Mar 15, 2022
It's hard to pick yourself up after a fall you never saw coming..ik it feels like the end of the world..trust me ik..but even though we tell ourselves that we will never be able to move..we will move on and life will take a beautiful turn.. moving on doesn't have a definition per say ..it just means stop being stuck somewhere we know isn't doing any good for us..just figure out what moving on means to you and listen to yourself and come to terms with that ...that's the very step in the long yet rewarding road towards closure..it's all gonna be okay soon ..I hope y'all like this one
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