I'm not much of a poet.

Independence.

I remember when my friends were the most important thing to me, and I thought I'd never let anything come in between me and my girls.
Then he came into my life, and everything went awry.
I turned against everyone I cared about for short term love.
Now he's gone, my friends have left me, and I'm here on this Earth to fend for myself. Alone.
To figure out who I am and what I have to offer to the world.
I don't know where to start, I don't know how long it'll take, and I'm not even sure if by the end of my journey I'll even like the person who lives inside me.
All I know is that every day I get closer to discovering who I am without you hanging off my every move.
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