the never ending "healing process"

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January: am okay
February: it's okay not to be okay
March: healing takes time
April: drowning in thoughts
May: writing poetry heals
June: fuck it, I don't care [breath's heavily and breaks into tears]
July: stops writing, meets someone, leaves someone, meets someone else, doesn't even know why.
August: wants to be left alone, plans to leave someone without hurting soneone.
September: feels like he's losing his best friend, relapses again, no good news for sept.
Maybe next month

Quote
"It took her 365days to realize That she won't ever love another man"
Uriel tona.

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