* On a sandy shore where the ocean meets land,
Footprints mark the passage of time, hand in hand.
Each step imprinted, a memory held fast,
In the grains of sand, a story is cast.
Footprints of children, their laughter and glee,
Running and playing, their spirits set free.
Footprints of lovers, side by side they stroll,
Leaving their marks as they nurture their soul.
Footprints of travelers, seeking distant lands,
Leaving behind traces of
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* "Discover the traces left behind, the footprints etched in the sand, telling stories of cherished moments and shared journeys."
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
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