A song stuck in my head, words I once said, memories of a time when I was a different person finding myself drawn to discovery with a history of being told I’m not good enough, rust gathers and dust accumulates upon the places I once went so often, now I am home alone wondering if the best times I’ve had were the times I lived in nativity.
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