Flying

I'm over it. Over it all. I have a choice. My choice is me. My choice is happiness. My choice is to try. To remind myself I'm worth it. Exactly what " it " is I'm not sure. 

Im more than just a sad story. I'm more than another indecipherable teenager. I am smart. I am beautiful. And I. Will. Shine. My heart no longer sings its sorrowful song.it is no longer alone next to the smiling faces surrounding it. I am no longer resentful. Not at myself, nor at my family. 

I am free.

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