I read quotes, I read tales,

About heartbreak.

I always thought, I could relate.

Bluff. It was.

Just because I had a crush,

never meant I was to be sad.

But now, maybe I am.

When I heard news, I was supposed to be angry,

I was supposed to be sad.

Rage was supposed to flow through my veins.

But.

But.

A Strange calmness reigned over.

I tried to get angry, But peace suddenly triumphed .

It felt numb. But even after everything,

I tell myself. "That was an end to another tale.

A tale well told, well spread."

Maybe, we all pick the wrong book,

Have wrong idea, frame the wrong stories.

Start of well, end....there is none.

The book never ends, it's just another

Chapter that comes to an end.

Or does it?

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31 July 2K18