And our scars remind us that the past is real.
Saw the scars on my thigh from my past. The reason I hate wearing shorts. Reminded me who I used to be. But then I realized, I’m no different than that girl. I’m in the same exact place mentally. No good can come from this.
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A long awaited return
It’s been over four months since the day I stepped foot on this beautiful island I now call home. It’s crazy how fast time flies by it feels like just yesterday i was sprinting around Sydney with no clue where I was going taking photos of random things to win a competition. And now I’m walking those same streets looking back at all the memories that I’ve created and...