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There was no yelling at each other,
there was no hatred or remorse -
just a sad, slow, drift apart
that comes when trust’s broken...
eroding desire,
turning best friends
to strangers...
love to
stone.
About the Creator
Heather Scott
Writing, to keep my sanity and make some sense of the world, while keeping watch over my five children as a single parent.
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