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A Letter To Nobody

A Letter To Nobody

Dear Nobody,

I cannot tell you how sorry I am.
I know things happen, but is it really all for a reason?
The rain is gently trickling down upon the petals of the red tulips outside...
And here I am, yet again, sitting with my dull pencil in hand, writing a letter to you.
Friend, how can one move on when there was no forgiveness of Ā the heart or a kind smile when we parted ways?
I honestly feel entrenched..
There is a constant ache in my chest and I feel like I am coming undone..
Again.
I know this won't be the last time I'll be feeling like this.
Because everyday is a shadow.Ā 
Something is crouching in the back of my sad mind and I can't make it move.Ā 
The rain is even hitting my window pane and I can hear the voices of the wind squeak and creak around my old house.
If I could just have one last time to make it fine...
I would tell you I appreciate you...
I would tell you I love you...
I would tell you, you were right.
But you know, I guess I'll never get those moments back.
I never really realized what I had.
And now, as I watch the tulip heads begin to bend with the weight of rain, I too, learn to deal with this painĀ 
'Cause as the water runs down the flowers stem, I too, will Ā rise again.
So, please, forgive me, Dear Friend.
Its the only way our thorns will end.

From: No One In ParticularĀ 

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