Some times it's easier to forget than others. All of the ones who left, every urge to fight back, to follow when they ran. All the love that I poured into thoughts, poetry, dreams, only to have them thrown away later into a bin marked Wasted Days. So many lonely nights spattered with what I thought would surely be released in time
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(This is so hard to finally do.)
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I hope I can.
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