Down the memory lane

Waiting for my fingers to type all that I remember about you, I find my fingers adamantly questioning your worth. What if you turn out to be another waste of ink, of paper & effort?
I have trapped you in mind long enough. It’s time for you to go. You were worth my mind all along but now you must find your safe haven amongst ink and paper.

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