And I felt I could listen for hours.. With words that hit so
close to home that it felt like they were made for me. They kind of reached into me and unknotted to tousled mess
of hurt and pain, laying it out on the canvas like a map and maneuvering a
course to happier times..
But then it ended, it faded and it was gone.. in oblivion,
just like everything else, in the past; and in turn, leaving behind another
trail of memories and another void to live with..
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