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You ripped open every little healed scar that I've been nurturing season after season.
You paralyzed my being, gasping for every bit of oxygen to feed my livelihood.
'Just breath' she says, the Viking inside of me with bleeding nails from fighting the demons of your remains. 
I can today, only in this moment look up and attempt to take a step to the now.
To being here, being ok, being better without you.