However, I never fail to feel intense pangs of remorse for a former self upon reading through past entries. This blog is a lucid, painful reminder of the feelings I never should have felt, the secrets I never should have shared and the various pairs of lips I never should have caressed.
My words don't hold the weighty, dark substance that they used to, and I am completely aware of this. It stings, but it is for the best. No longer am I the girl with the broken wing, nor will I ever be again. I used to be preyed upon like a weak, mysterious delicacy.
I am Redeemed. Life is beautiful, I am strong, and I won't let my past penned works tell me otherwise.
Suffering: Excellent Writing
...you complete the analogy.