I have been rereading the same chapter of my book for months. The same lines haunt me. And the I love you's started to mean less to me as the amount of times I read the pages grew. So finally the day came where I turned the page. The next chapter of my life stood clear to me in bold ink and your name was no longer painted in the pages. It was his. And that's how I started moving on.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
