He has no passion for the things I love.
No dreams, no goals, no plans in common.
He has moved from a necessity to a mild convenience.
So mild, in fact, it could be called an inconvenience,
a temporary disruption.
And for for the first time in a very long time, I don't care.
I don't feel despair.
I no longer feel scared.
A little bit trapped,
But no longer afraid.
My future is mine alone.
Mine to plan.
Mine to look forward to.
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