Those arguments,
those bitches, those assholes,
those that tore you apart.
Those almost lovers,
manipulated, cheated,
you crumble and tremble,
Shaken, but not broken,
confused yet determined.
And so you rise,
and you move.
And the past a distant land.
As you mount,
your step,
Your baby steps . . ..
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