It took about six months, but I finally let my past self die. I finally let all the ideologies and hopes and dreams I had crumble and fall. In that death, I’ve felt so much pain and anger, sadness and rage. Recently, I’ve finally began feeling freedom and hope. My present self and my future self can be informed by my past, but she will no longer dicta…
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