365 days
Will I ever feel ready as another year approaches and twelve months will soon be left behind?
Twenty-four containing pieces of an incomplete puzzle I hope to finish in twenty-five.
The year I cannot remember living, but I'm here and I survived.
A second chance at finding happiness, and once again feeling alive.
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