If life is a book, it's a book finished too quickly.
The chapters lack numbers, and the sentences lack punctuation.
It's a jumbled mess of love & loss, fear & courage, pain & joy, and so much more but yet, so much less.
When the ending is upon you, there is no final shock.
No long lost love to return,
No dawning realization or resolution.
No awards will this book win, for only a few will ever hear your story.
And fewer still will understand the true meaning of it.
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