journal twenty-three.

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So there I was, standing at a place where my last memory was of you and me, and I’m sad, but I have no desire for you to truly be sad anymore, and tears are falling from my eyes for what we once had, but I do not want that future with you anymore, and I think, what this is, is my body trying to rid the toxicity of you from me. I think my heart and my head are out of sync, so I let the tears flow freely down my face. For once, I give myself space to just be, whatever that may look like—ugly and raw and open—and, I think,

this

is

healing.

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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