June 19th 2022—Later
Entry #10
There use to be this feeling
Of sadness and regret,
So instead of remembering,
I pushed to forget.
But without those memories,
The bitter and the sweet,
I was left an empty shell,
Cold and incomplete.
There once was a time
When all was well,
We smiled and laughed,
But then came Hell.
And now I am left
On my own
To fight evil,
A darkness unknown.
It pains me to remember
The good times we shared
Because now I’m alone,
My heart impaired.
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