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To be completely honest, I'm alot better than I was.
I'm finding my feet again, day by day, you hold my hand and I know things are going to be just fine when your around. I'm not thinking about the weeks to come or the day when I finally will have to say goodbye to you.
I'm worried that once you go, I'll go back to the mess I was when you found me.
What will become of me? Will I fall apart again?
Who will stitch me up again if your half way across the world?
Maybe this is a good thing, I may be able to learn how to help myself.
I may learn that I can run whenever and from whoever only to find I'll run into myself again. I really haven't been as happy as I am at the moment in a long while and it's sad to think minute by minute it's ending and there is absoultely nothing I can do to save "us", he left and now your leaving.....