It all evolved so quickly through all these memories.
To think it's leaving my finger tips.
Is quite a lot to think day by day.
Yet I knew the changes were coming for me.
All along I knew yet it came hitting hard like a wave crashing at the shore line. It came faster than I could ever imagine and it left it's mark on the shore.

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The Hidden Hours
Non-FictionPoems from a heart that is broken from pretty lies.....