I've learned more than I could comprehend.
Mourned more than I ever have,
Cried more than my eyes could handle,
And in some select moments, felt alone and empty.
I'm thankful for a God who reaches into the muck to pull me out, because frankly, I'm terrified and I'd like to curl up into a ball on my bed and cry because everything I've known for 12 years is about to change, and I'm scared.
More scared then I've ever been.
There's no such thing as a clean cut.
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