I cried for
hours this
morning
I found your
notebook in
my pocket
Now I’ve
started to
read it
I don’t
know how
to stop it
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I cried for
hours this
morning
I found your
notebook in
my pocket
Now I’ve
started to
read it
I don’t
know how
to stop it
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
So much in this – loved it.
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Thank you. Sadly, this one really is based on reality 😔🖤
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Sorry about that…
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That’s OK. Writing is helping…
🖤🖤
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I’m sorry you are crying. Me too.
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😔🖤
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I might cry too…. ❤
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It’s certainly a sad one… 🖤
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This is one of your best poems. It says so much, but still leaves so much to the imagination…For example, are you crying because you found it and/or because of what’s written in it? (No need to answer that question, the poem is more powerful without some answers.)
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Thank you, that’s so very kind of you.
There is certainly a wider (real life) story to this one and, as such, it was a difficult one to write.
I’m so glad you found some power in it 🖤🖤
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