And I sit back in silence, as the last thread breaks.
The world that was once my own, I no longer exist in it.
Teleported onto another planet, the memoirs will never cease to leave me.
A gaping hole in my chest, waiting in desperation to heal itself,
I have lost a part of me, once and forever.
And yet I smile because I know it’s finally, finally over.
Hush, it’s okay now.
Butterflies and Hurricanes 
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