What have you left behind. Regret. Pain. Broken heart. Lost faith. Trust me when I say that it will always trail you. Lingering like the moss on an oak. The beauty of such deep dark memories is the amazing ability you have to wrap these wistful thoughts around the limbs of your survival. Your unbroken branches grow stronger each day that you’re fed by the sun. So what’s done is done. Time to grow. Out

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  1. Comment by Joney

    Joney November 17, 2013 at 8:46 pm

    Thank you for everything you do.

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