pages that were ripped apart.

in this book I wrote my own story, I wish the part where I met you was never written. I've tried to rip it off the pages but somehow it doesn't work, no matter how hard I try it just wouldn't, maybe there's a part of me that doesn't want to let it go. there's a time where the pages finally roped I was so happy when that happened but why? why?... why are you coming back again? I don't want to write the story again I'm tired of it. let go of the anchor of my soul. set my spirit free and let me take flight. I don't want to stay here anymore. -peanut💙