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Today

Yesterday

I cried for the train that left my sad eyes

at the station.

But yesterday wasn’t today.

Today

I understood why the train had to leave

without me.

It was so I would go in search

of my wings.

It was so I would remember

how nice it feels

to fly.

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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

2 replies on “Today”

Yes. It’s got a way of pulling the rug out from under us, doesn’t it. Good thing we’ve so totally got this! 😉🌈☀️

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