Stroke Of Love

Stroke Of Love

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This isn't a prologue. Well, it sort of is. It's not that my poetry is just made up. They all tell you something. You have to find it, I always tell myself, "There is love within them, and if you see it, then that's a good thing." It's the starting point to you seeing that restful places are often visited when an individual realizes certain aspects of their personality through circumstances endured throughout a period of their life. Be at peace* with yourself. It's the way forward. It's the way to see joy, hope, and love in all things. The highs and lows....
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I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.

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