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here we are again. what can i say about 2022? this year has been a year if survival. a year of biting bullets and tending to new scars. the flow of it all has finally carried us to the end. we've survived hell this year. now we must survive without it.

My old connections have grown mold

We were inseperable once I'm starting to wonder if it's me I've outgrown every past version of myself And with that, I've outgrown every friend too Were they always this careless? Now that I understand my worth, do I actually want to tether myself to the bog?