I released my grip, and watched the wind carry the dust from my hand. I stared intently at where the was remains were once kept for so long, remembering the scent of it all in the beginning. The smile graced upon my face, contradicts the tears in my eyes. The sense of insecure independence dominates the mood of the moment. Your voice is forever instilled within my mind, a sweet tone that will be the soundtrack of my life. Your words ill try to forget, all the while never loosing the meaning. You'll always be my muse and my silver lining, but for now, i must go.
I'll never let you go.
xoxo
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