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losing you was the beginning of finding myself the prodigal me had finally returned home but i had been divided equally in two you threw your half away you squandered your wealth in wild living and women that were not me i longed to fill my heart with happiness that had once overwhelmed me i couldn’t find healing in your hands anymore i spent months searching for arms i could trust again but i couldn’t find those either the first time i realized i had taken half of you with me too i was standing in the bathroom looking in a mirror describing body parts with your name this was the first night i took a blood red pen to my skin and started labeling my arms as madi my legs as madi my stomach, my thighs, my neck madi madi madi mine. its hard putting shattered pieces back together and healing does involve hurting it also involves recovery if you would have asked me 12 months ago which direction i saw my life leading i would have never pointed you here sometimes life has a nonsensical way of working out you always end up where you are meant to be you will figure this out the hardest way possible but loving yourself will become the easiest thing that you do eventually time will heal all wounds eventually you will come home to yourself and not be disappointed eventually this version of me was dead and is alive again she was lost and but i have found her and im so happy i did
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
my skin is my own
losing you was the beginning of finding myself the prodigal me had finally returned home but i had been divided equally in two you threw your half away you squandered your wealth in wild living and women that were not me i longed to fill my heart with happiness that had once overwhelmed me i couldn’t find healing in your hands anymore i spent months searching for arms i could trust again but i couldn’t find those either the first time i realized i had taken half of you with me too i was standing in the bathroom looking in a mirror describing body parts with your name this was the first night i took a blood red pen to my skin and started labeling my arms as madi my legs as madi my stomach, my thighs, my neck madi madi madi mine. its hard putting shattered pieces back together and healing does involve hurting it also involves recovery if you would have asked me 12 months ago which direction i saw my life leading i would have never pointed you here sometimes life has a nonsensical way of working out you always end up where you are meant to be you will figure this out the hardest way possible but loving yourself will become the easiest thing that you do eventually time will heal all wounds eventually you will come home to yourself and not be disappointed eventually this version of me was dead and is alive again she was lost and but i have found her and im so happy i did
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
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