They think it’s over. Loser Mona is going to the nuthouse, and those precious liars are going home to sleep with their windows open and their doors unlocked. Don’t they know that’s what we want?
Embrace All Kinds of Love
I can grow without water. I can reach up high without heels and find my way without the help of the sun. I can run miles without feeling the pain in my calves. I can fill pages and pages with words without my hands feeling that crunching pain. I can figure out your surprises and your plans, nothing gets by me. I can walk down the streets of New York City without losing my way and I can smile without losing my patience.
I can do everything.
Run. Hike. Bike. Climb. Swim. Write. Draw. Study. Date. Explore. Eat. Cook. Smile. Laugh. Cry. Pout. Listen. See. Hug. Kiss. Love. Write. Grow. Live.
I can do all this… without you.
All of you can do this, every single one of you, on your own. Say goodbye to those men and women who tried to break you, who thought you’d be left with nothing, when in reality, you were left with everything, and now more.
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