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It's too late now. We just have to move on. The memory keeps appearing on my mind. I can't seem to forget it. It constantly makes me recall back to that very day. It was rather disturbing. I am desperate for answers.... Time passed as I waited patiently, For the new born to arrive, So I will no longer be sleep deprived. Everything seemed overly strange, It was not to be spoken of. Mentioning it would bring despair. I thought it was just a blur. One that could not be identified, And definitely unjustified. Does anyone have an answer? Maybe it was cancer. No, that can't be the one. Because I am so done. Now I'm starting on a blank canvas, sketching on my journey as I move forward to the future, leaving my past behind. Keeping in mind that things happened for a reason and that I should be grateful no matter what.
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