I am, as of today, free. Free of your eyes, free of your lingering presence that I once so adored but now abhor at the mere sight of. What I do every day is no longer for you; it is for me. When I walk, when I breathe, when I talk; it is no longer in the awareness of your being or in weariness of your sight.
Too long did I suffer under the scrutiny of an all too public and ever remaining horrid past. Too long did I create my own suffering through you. Too long did I wait for something new from something left worn. I yearn for relief, for closure and final rest.
Today, I am free.
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