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It pretty self-explanatory

The pain is all but forgotten

It is not the way it used to be

    No

It is  faded

and 

It fills pages

No witness aside from the merciful ONE

It is just words now,

on a wrinkled, tear stained paper.

Oh the day, those tears fell

I despaired that they would ever dry

That I would climb out of this pit 

and see the day I would stop to cry

So here I am.

It has been so long

I look at this faded yellow pages

and I realize

the words have lost their meanings

It seems, all the days bled together

the details blurred 

into murkiness

Now I strain to remember what was said

on which days

Author's Note

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