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Apr 2018
When searching for what it all meant, often it feels as though meaning may have escaped you...

In the end you wonder what or if it meant anything to them, as you leave pieces of you behind...

The last resounding echo in your mind is what it all meant to you, never lose that...

For it's better to count the ways they made you whole, then to wallow in the pits they left behind...
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NewFoundPoet  30/M/Nebraska
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