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Everything loses its shine
Clinging on to what's past won't help us now
Lying to ourselves only makes it harder
I'm of the opinion that it's best to face it head on
Putting myself in your shoes, I'd want me to
Silence hasn't served us well
Elegance is knowing when to bow out.
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I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
By Donna Fox (HKB)7 days ago in Fiction
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Ah, elegance is knowing when to bow out - loved that. ❤️