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The hardest part in my life wasn’t letting go of all the terrible things you had done to me. But moving on from what was, to what should be. The ruins that were left behind, I rebuilt. Working effortlessly not just on my home, or my mind, but my heart. My soul. I became bitter … Continue reading Page 307

Muse

When I write, my mind takes a moment. I exhale in the moment of silence. I need this moment several times a day. Writing about you has become exhausting. The thought of you is constant. It’s pathetic. I know better. I think about you more and then all l the ways I crave you. It’s … Continue reading Muse