As I force my memories into the shadows,
I walk on with a heavy heart into a new beginning.
My quiet desolation is my comfort,
Now that your arms nolonger receive me.
With my head high and my stride proud,
I try not to weaken as I see your face in front of me once again.
I walk on, as my heart slowly crumbles.
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Whispers and Echoes
I like to write poetry and short stories, so mainly that is what I will post here.
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