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The sky unleashed a crimson sunset The kind an artist could only envy Today was the date of new beginnings The calendar did not lie It all seemed perfect that evening eve A flower was blooming with the ease of existence Right there in my soul A book was being rewritten, edited to a lighter permanence I stood there on a grass covered hill The summer breeze running its fingers through my hair as it passes The diary of me holding my hand tightly, many have tried to pry it open to no avail Till y...