Step 1




I hear the gentle roll of the train outside my new window. 
I did it.  I moved. 
And I feel so much better. 
I hated that place. 
It's interesting how difficult it is for me to express it. 
I hated that apartment. 
The memories. 
The experiences. 
The Sadness. 
The death. 


Thank you Universe for getting me out of there alive. 

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