The Clouded Line V
3 min readJul 27, 2020
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What we write and what we live sometimes become clouded.
I’m not sure when it started. Maybe about two months ago maybe longer, I’m really not sure. It started, when the love of my life, the woman who vowed she couldn’t spend one minute in life without me walked out of my life. The women that spoke of forever. Now spoke nothing.