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Monday, November 7, 2016

Graveyards have always brought me peace. As I write here, knowing no one will read it unless compelled by the ghost of their teenage selves, I can't help but think that that, at least, has not changed.

I write here to lay to rest dark teenage me. All her fear, her depression, her romanticizing poison, her sacrifice for everyone but self... Let it fall back into the earth to recycle into what it once was: self-preservation, empathy, and imagination.

We think and dream so much of growing up, of transformation, of realizing potential. We never want to listen when they tell us it's an ongoing process, one we have to work through every day.

I started writing this blog when I was eleven years old. I am 23 now, and I can say that there is no such thing as growing up without reflection and release of what no longer serves us.

If you find any truth to this, may it serve you.
If you find no truth in it, then let it fall to the ground with the leaves.
Go safely on your journey, friend.


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