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HALEY
Within a matter of days after settling in my heart I could make it on my own, I drifted without course or direction.
Friday night, I lay in my bed, alone. No soft strands of hair beneath my fingers, no clacking of a lollipop in my ear. No sure arms hugged me from behind, keeping my heart firmly anchored in assurance I existed where I ought to.
Rock bottom had always been an imaginary place in my mind, one filled with agonizing pain and hopelessness.
And I’d learned it. Lived it.
But at least I’d managed to shower the stink of the previous couple of days while wallowing in my mind’s s**t from my body.
Tears clogged my throat, and I struggled to fill my lungs—almost didn’t want to. My limbs weighed me down even though my chest felt hollow. Empty. Silence reigned in my ears, b
