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I had lost sight of myself, probably more than a little, and now I'm having to fight to get myself back again. It's not easy finding out which aspects are extraneous, and it's a terribly sad process, cutting out parts of yourself. But the process is necessary to pare it down to the true individual within. So it's been a mad method of drunken nights and evenings brimming with tears that have propelled me along. But with each drop of alcohol down my throat my mind clears up a bit. And with each drop of a tear down my cheek my vision is a little less blurred. I had lost sight of myself a little, but I'm gaining ground every day on who I'm really meant to be.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
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I had lost sight of myself, probably more than a little, and now I'm having to fight to get myself back again. It's not easy finding out which aspects are extraneous, and it's a terribly sad process, cutting out parts of yourself. But the process is necessary to pare it down to the true individual within. So it's been a mad method of drunken nights and evenings brimming with tears that have propelled me along. But with each drop of alcohol down my throat my mind clears up a bit. And with each drop of a tear down my cheek my vision is a little less blurred. I had lost sight of myself a little, but I'm gaining ground every day on who I'm really meant to be.
Amberlynne
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
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