The days never were this much prettier
but after their paths were crossed by the ugliest day,
The days passed by just as they used to
but the date on the calender stayed.
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Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
