I retired my journal today. The pages filled. I fell in love in this book, and lost it amongst its pages. It was a journey of my last three years. Hundreds of words have followed these changes. I have laughed and cried throughout the sheets of paper. It is time to close that chapter of my life. Replaced the worn and broken bound book with a new untainted one. This leather case shall carry on another legacy in my mind. Filled with thoughts and words. Poems and songs. Time will tell the words embracing these sheets. This is my life. This is my book. For no one but myself.
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