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Dangerous indulgence pushes back months of work and discipline. Is it worth it? Can you return to the motivation of being better and improving?

Flesh touches the firm solid pressure and is reassured stability is finally returning. The smell of new and the future settles on the day and you can smile again, watching water flow, its temperature maxed in a moment.

Shorts to sustain an obsession and a lifeline. Feed my desperation for distraction by giving five minutes of content I can spend a month rewatching and reimagining. Anything to stop spiralling dark thoughts.

Twelve years together and nearly eleven mourning you, remembering fond moments and still calling your name by accident. It doesn’t hurt as much, but I will never forget you.

The muttered affection of ‘Colonel Masters’ as you lift us up into a moment of connection and joy. Did you feel it too?

Rip out the rotting but endure a lingering smell. Will it be masked by the new? Or is it too late to erase that stain.

Cautious greetings turned into understanding glances, respecting your space but knowing our presence was finally a comfort. I hope you knew that, in the end.

Take a chance on being happy instead of predicting heartache and failure. It’s harder, but train positive into your mind and see what possibilities may follow.

Recharge but have old emotions weigh you down and ruin a relaxing moment. Can you ever really be the person you were before they were born in you?

Deliver a temporary hole to throw all evidence and clean out as much as you can. What will you choose to toss away forever?