A life weighed by tragedy is like a tattered book on a dusty shelf. Its pages, worn thin from countless readings, tell stories smudged by hands that clung too long, hearts too eager or too burdened to let go. Though cracked and frayed, the words endure, silent testimonies to resilience, whispering faintly of a beauty that hardship couldn't erase.

This is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)