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May 2019
Ever acclimating to reality.
Suddle differences between then and now.
Hopelessness fades into almost happy.
Depressed all the same but getting better.
Minor inconveniences expolde into melodrama.
Relearning coping mechanisms like burning down sulpher.
Olympian effort for mataining expectations.
Progress yet still nervous.
Like standing on a sandstone cliff on the edge of the Grand Canyon.
No difficulty fathoming how far I could fall.
Challenge is trusting that I won't blindly jump into the river.
Alaina Moore
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Alaina Moore  28/Genderqueer/Chicago
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