I wrote out my feelings last night.
I scrawled them furiously across
a blank page.
Messy thoughts and angry words,
sentences, both full and broken,
glare at me from the page.
As I read through what I'd written,
fresh tears started to flow again,
running down my cheek.
So I picked up the page hastily,
and wiped away my tears,
then watched the evidence
float away on the wind like snow.
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