Taste of FreedomMature

I have decided something:

I will no longer blame myself for something that I obviously am not to blame for.

I am ready to be free.

Though I still feel a part of myself yearning to go back to that security, the warmth of my self-damnation.

But I've had a taste of freedom, and I hungrily want it all.

I will never stop fighting.

I will merge out of this a victor.

Or I will die trying.

So many unanswered questions, so many preying thoughts.

But I won't rest on those.

I'll rest on what I know to be true.

I am free from that lie.

And slowly.

One by one.

At my own pace.

When God sees I'm ready to accept it.

He'll start making the truth "click" within me.

I will disarm the lies I have told myself. 

Freedom will be wholly mine.

The End

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