"After a while, I propped the photo up on my windowsill as a reminder. I needed to remember who I’d been, the lengths I’d gone to for self-improvement, the sacrifices I’d made to fix myself. How good I’d once been. I’d look at the picture as time passed [...] The me in that photo was slipping further and further away. The picture got knocked and crumpled over time. Eventually, the sunlight destroyed it."
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— Aug 17, 2026 08:27PM
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