She was wandering. Some said she was completely hopeless and irreversibly lost, but she finally felt free. The pain had finally been washed away by the memories forged in the tears of the sky; new people had come into her life and old friends had found their way back into it. The pain was gone and all that remained were a few ugly scars. She was free--Free from the pain and regret of yesterday, free from a constant pit in her stomach, free from trying to conform to someone else's thought process. She had finally found herself--the herself that so many others (including her) had lost-- and that was something she was determined to never lose again.
She had found herself and set herself free. She saw the world from a new perspective; her perspective. The little things mattered more-- a wave, a smile, a 5 minute conversation- all of it mattered significantly more. Spontaneous adventures were much more common, and they held so many memories. She had been molded into a new person, and that person was better than ever before.
She was herself.
She was happy.
She was free.
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