Two
Part of who I am resides in being alone.
In a need of solitude.
You changed that.
This new part of me I am discovering little by little.
A new marrow.
Endless possibilities.
Such is life.
And my bed and my body are no longer empty.
A new beginning.
A new me.
It is time to post my face...
The End
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