spent my days searching for answers.
waking up decided to bury the questions.
they weren't heard anyway.
i have lived the best time of life before.
the sound of melancholy can't hurt no more.
reliving the dead in times of your absence
thereon i seek peace in acceptance.
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Other Than Forward
PoetryTo remember, To love and To always love. If people are able to choose their own path and have their own way of life, can't i just run another way other than forward?
