Losing You. Finding Me.


Losing you was the chance I needed to find me. The betrayal doesn't make sense and reasons for it don't come to mind. They are far from my mind on a night that is soothed by girl talk, drinks and music and dancing. My escape is found and I am alive. I am alive because I found me at a time that was clouded by judgement and shadows of the unknown. But now I know. Saddness might overwhelm me at times but I am alive. And I live through it.

Dancing*Music*Drinking*Candles*Havana

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