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  • Sometimes (and what I was thinking goes nicely
    with what you were just saying)… I remember to stop.
    Look at him. Look at how he’s looking. I think, if he wasn’t
    meant to be, he wouldn’t be here. I lost the whole year
    of J. I so wanted it back.
    I’m remembering the things that I hold:
    To look back and think and stop.

    The books need balancing, the shopping
    needs doing, but sometimes I need to stop.
    Stop blaming myself. I sometimes need to
    Stop blaming myself.

    You have these imprints in your mind: imprints of worry.
    Sometimes I need to give myself permission just to feel –
    Uraaaghhhhhhh! Sometimes.

    Things that we go through make us into the people we are
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