"There's beauty in what struggle brings, but I just can't seem to see" pg. 40
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...Or at least I couldn't for the longest time. I have spilled my soul into these pages. Repaired my broken heart through the process of admitting just how tattered it was.
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Maturity comes with time, and peace is found through pain. To live, to grow, to garner hope, first it has to rain. I pray you find yours quicker than I did. Maybe this will help.
“I can’t keep getting reminders of what we’ll never get to be.
Those things I’ll never get to see.
Not when I wanted it so damn much.” –PG.34
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This is not a love story — but a tale of finding peace, again. It’s a culmination of questions, thoughts, and realizations from a broken man who never knew better — or just forgot that the keys to happiness are in his hands. Better yet, in his mind, if he chooses to believe it.
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None of us are ever too far gone. Maybe just a shift in tide – or expectation – away. I pray you remember this. I hope for the same. But... there are always new notebooks and empty pages, just in case.
