You collected yourself
Breaking the grips of vehemence you had clasped around your mind that
held your skins and bones from a bound unwavered
Scampering from treacly sentiments
You were elated
You were euphoric
but fake happiness is still
The worst sadness
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Writers Notes
We're almost at the end of the book Readers !! Don't fret, this isn't my last piece !!
I hope you anticipate the last few days !!
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PoetryI created this story to show that moving on isn't an easy thing to do. Once you think you grasped onto the meaning, it lets go of you, bringing you back to how you were when you started. This title is dedicated and inspired from a person that made m...
