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Oct 2023
First step and a couple back, I've paced myself to run this track. Free from me, free from hell, free from a snare I've gotten out of a cell. I've wondered what freedom felt like. Can't really tell you, but my heart can show you. I've been on the move, I've fought like hell because I've got my love to lose.
I'm free from a toxic drug, I'm free from the old me. I barely met the new me. But in love with the way I've handled me. Can't begin to express how good it feels to drop those reps. Every thing was so heavy and now I've got no stress. Can't even say I've got regrets, I was the change and now I'm free to seek happiness.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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