Some days…
I miss the old me.
I miss the innocent me.
The one who just laughed and laughed.
The one who trusted.
The one who could go to doctor appointments without triggers.
The one who was idealistic.
And spontaneous.
And free spirited.
And you know what?
Its ok that I miss her.
Its ok that we talk about this.
Its ok that we make place for this.
And its ok
if you miss the old you too
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