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Something inside me changed between Octobers. Something quiet, something strange. I stopped negotiating presence with people unwilling to remain. I still explain my reasons. I still leave with honesty. However I no longer make it a spectacle for those to see. Not forcing someone choosing not to see. Although I call this progress there’s a question underneath it…. Have I finally learned acceptance, or exhausted from all my grief? Who knows, peace is peace.
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