It has been one month. It feels like a hundred years. I know that moving on is the best thing to do and I feel like I am moving on. I feel better than I felt one month ago. I have found the OK in broken. At times, it hits be deep. But that's fine. It's a reminder to show how alive I am and that I should try to make the very best out of it, for it can be over at any time.
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