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sometimes, all I can think about is the myth that she told us. sometimes, I just sit and yearn for that completion, that other half, that was "separated when the gods got jealous". sometimes, I miss that feeling.

sometimes, I'm really happy with where I am, and proud to stand alone. sometimes, I spend hours reading and thinking, and they're all mine, and I don't have to worry about anyone else.

sometimes, I just don't know.

I'm learning to be ok with that.