Still working on Step 4.
finis vitae sed non amoris
“the end of life, but not of love”
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All good things come to an end.
Uncomfortable inventory moral and fierce, like remote arrows to the heart, laser-focused truths which pierce.
Replaying trauma, pain, symptoms served solemn, single purpose over, and over, and over again.
New life, old memories long forgotten not gone, seeking someone else for who to prey upon…
Through forgiving, only then will I be forgiven. 
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