Here We Go Again

December 15, 2011
By taylor.hager BRONZE, Willow Street, Pennsylvania
taylor.hager BRONZE, Willow Street, Pennsylvania
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This morning when I woke up, I thought about you, like I do most mornings. I thought over the same things, the same words, and the same images. I thought over the way that I imagine things will be in a few days. I contemplate the correspondence it will have with the way life was few months ago. But oddly enough, this time around my stomach began to quake. My heart began to tighten. I began to feel differently. 
Because this morning when I thought of you, I felt like I was moving backwards. And I cannot afford to, nor do I want to. Some say when you hit the bottom, there is no place to go other than up, as if that is meant to be some sort of inspiration. Well, I am telling you this, which I firmly believe to hold truth. There is no bottom. 



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