These pages are filled of emotions centered on you. Writing my last page before placing it upon the shelf. Journals and journals I have accumulated from different points in life. More than half have a label; you. Placing us on the shelf was your action. Having every right you did. Thank you for all the moments I cherish and don't admit. No words have been exchanged that you really have become something strange to my mind. Im a journalist, I will still write. I promise to the world my new journals will never dust. It was nice to re-read these aged paged. Taking trips back into the past. astonishing that even in pain I had hidden spill of love in between the lines. Even in fear I had hidden treasure of light. Heres to the closing book being put away. Maybe you will receive pages shapes in planes of the unacknowledged stories I created for you. Maybe so just maybe, yet maybe never. hehe gosh I love they ways my words have created a person in me that doesn't fear or diminish when troubles appear. Here’s to my new journal skinned yellow. Here to all the journals entires I will write on the pages that fill you. To the new book opening in life, I can't wait to see whats in store for the new pages I will walk through. life take care of me, future hold carefully me and my yellow journal I ask you.
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