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she brings this liberation that I just can't define
A memory
Written at 5:33 AM on Friday, January 15, 2010

wobbly knees.

It scares me how quickly I'm taken back to that moment. And it's so real, I can feel it in my heart. And then I get scared....because I'm afraid my heart will beat so fast, it will come out of my chest.

On the grass, with the world slowly spinning around me. And then I wake up....and I'm back again. A deep breath and reality sets in.

I'm okay....I'm okay....