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Slowly Forgetting

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It escaped me, time, goes so fast, so slow, each passing day to forget, to know. A flower picked, not loved, destroyed, petals plucked, fly away, wind carry’s them to another day. Loathe to forget, you, slipping away, far into unknown, your face, seen no more, not in mind, not at the door, no more memories, no more thoughts, goodbye my love forever lost.

Much Love 💜 Much Life

Author: Joy

I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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