I don't like thinking about what-ifs, especially about stuff that are, like, already over...but sometimes I think back on all the hell I lived through and wonder how easy it would've been for things to take a different turn.

All those stories about political prisoners, people stuffed into camps, folks put through stuff that could make my childhood look like a cakewalk, except all that always sounds so...faraway - another place, another time where I'm not.

What happened to me wasn't. I was there, lived it, lived through it.

Then I broke free.

Still breaking free some days. Did any of those survivors feel the same way, or am I just that weak?

I want to believe it's the first one, that there's something like in those people that pushed me to pick up the pieces and start over, to continue and try and try until things feel better again.

And even if things can't get better, they can be good enough.

I can be good enough.

I am good enough.

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Angus still stirs deep feelings in me to this day and he will never leave my heart.

On a cheerier note, I used a lot of the default brushes to forge the background and honestly, I'm quite proud of how it all turned out.

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