


I am a sponge. That's the word that we have come up with. When I was little, when things got uncomfortable or people were cruel, I took in their emotions, their feelings and could never let it go. It went in one ear and then got all mixed up inside. Now as a adult, I have realized how detrimental this sponging is to my own mental and physical well-being, but a million people can tell me to "Let it go" and I still have no idea what they are talking about.
I have never had a reference point. Until now.
I don't remember where I found this images or how long they have been stored on my hard-drive but I "saw" them for the first time the other day.
This, this is letting go.
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