And then she knew, as she stared back at her tear stained cheeks and hollow eyes, it was not the end nor the beginning. But twas near. which one, however, she was not sure.
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Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
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And then she knew, as she stared back at her tear stained cheeks and hollow eyes, it was not the end nor the beginning. But twas near. which one, however, she was not sure.
