The first day of the eighth month of this year.
The weather is getting warmer and the seasons are beginning to change, spring is near.
And with spring comes spring cleaning, though it feels like it's started early for me this year.
For even though it's only the first day of August, I've already started cleaning up my life - and the first to go is you.
This will be the month that I finally clear you from my mind, body and spirit.
It's finally time to say goodbye.
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Fragments of A Wanderer
Short StoryExcerpts from the mind of a wanderer. Through moments of darkness and in times of light the words confined in the pages within hold the thoughts of a teenage girl just trying to find her way. © All Rights Reserved 2016
