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that person

I realized that I'm not the person I was before January 1, 2010.  To complicate it all, I'm not so sure I want to be that person. That person had family, had a child, knew love, enjoyed life and this person that I am now has no family, no child, has no confidence in love and no ability to enjoy life as it is.  You see that person is too much for me to internalize, too painful to recall...I have to move forward without her...if only I knew how.

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