Goodbye blog, Goodbye girl.
3 years flew by in a twinkle of an eye.
Oh, indeed through the roses and the thorns, we grow.
only through strain that we gain strength.
We've been lingering too long here in this state of limbo, though too long,
but at least we took all the time we need.
A new season, a new colour, a new pasture, a new woman.
goodBye girl, thank you for the wonderful memories of a very vibrant youth.
Hello journal, hello prayer.