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Bad day

I’ve had a very bad day. But I realise that when you have a bad day it is real. It proves that I’m alive. It proves that I’m entering into life.

Every moment that I feel. Whether its happy or sad or stressful. Means I’m alive. For many years I’ve just avoided facing emotions of any sort. I now look forward times of emotion because it proves I’m alive.

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