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Flipping dust filled pages
Through the silence of the room
Where your memories sit
But you're not ready to face the truth.

You can turn to a new chapter
Where daisies bloom in glory
You can tear out the page
Which holds evidence of a doomed story.

You can close the melancholy
And create something free of haunting spirits
Paint over any trace of grief
Cover it up with gained merits.

Or you can open a new book
Free of dust, burden and agony
Pages gilded in ethereal joy
A fresh start to your deserved story.

— Manya

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