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I write while the feeling is still raw.
Maturity. Somehow it feels like, no, I know that I have grown up. The feeling is a surprise, still, still something I cannot believe is a part of me. I smile, still smile, still genuine. There is still joy, irremovable, irrepressible, all-encompassing.
I fear that people still do not believe me.
Still doubt, still think I lie, cover up what I really feel. I don't. No more. There are those who know that, know that I am true and I am so glad to have them.
Thank you, you three. One, just for your un-fluffed words, telling me as it is. One, for bringing me so much laughter and being able to tell me how much I mean to you. One, for not shunning me when things became unfortunate, strained, yet staying open. You are incredible. All of you are.
Thank you.
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