It's moments like these
when I look back and think
"What the hell was I thinking?"
The world is such a deeply moving
and beautiful place.
How could I let it move my words
to darker places?
We write because we feel.
I wrote those feelings away,
I suppose.
Oh well.
What's past is past.
And each word is only just a reminder
that I'm continuing to turn over
new chapters
with every line.
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