It's January 2nd 2020, and I've already cried twice this year,
More than just cried. I've already broken down twice this year.
Not out of sadness or heartbreak, or any of the usual reasons, but as a release.
Everything from last year finally settling.
Putting myself back together after 2019 tore me apart.
The tears are refreshing, there's no pain,
Only relief from the months of hardship and realization that it's over now.
It's finally fucking over.
I can pack up everything that happened,
Put it in a cute little box,
And label it "2019".
It's not me anymore, it's not happening,
It happened.
And now I can put it aside,
Then I get to decide what to do with it.
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