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The Anchor I wore.

Okay so recently, I got betrayed by someone I thought I knew too well. Pretty disgusting huh? But yeah it happens. The funniest part was I was not even sad or angry, it was like I had been expecting it all along. But anyways , it was an eye opener . I feel the best I have since I probably saw my first period LOL! Anyways...I just noticed that I say that a lot...But it looks like since I finally removed the last chain from this anchor, I grew...No not physically silliest. But in spirit and strength. Can you relate ? When are you going to cut off those that bring you down ? 

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