I feel like I have just closed a big door in my life. That huge, iron-fortified castle door that is rusted and awkwardly fitting. The one that takes great effort to close. The one I need to push my whole being against to budge. The one that opens, ironically, so swiftly and suddenly, the moment I falter.
The door that led to the old me, the old life, the way I was before.
It needs to be closed. It is overdue.
But I don't feel jubilant or free. I feel very old and tired.
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