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Aug 2014
As I sit and watch the leaves
falling off the branches of trees
I can't help but wonder how it would be
to have our most painful memories just fall away.. like withering leaves.
But then I remember that it is there, in the midst of
painful moments,
when we crash against those immovable rocks that the most resilient of character in us is
coaxed out of the darkness
and brought forth...
into the light.



By Mercurychyld
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Sad memories, falling away likes leaves.
Mercurychyld
Written by
Mercurychyld  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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