If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Relinquished

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Sunday, November 16, 2008

Relinquished

I didn’t wake this morning for you, nor did I pray for you in my dreams. Sadly, I know now your worth is not what I thought it was; and you’re not who I thought you were. So I let you go while I slept, knowing when I did wake I would whisper your name no more. My final prayer I said the night... Sign in to see full entry.

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