A quote they always said at school
'What's past is past', and I agreed
But why can't I forget my past
Even thought it's what I need?I cry alone inside my room
I see myself pushed around
My bad, dark, and awful memory
Seem to rise up from the groundWhy can't I forget that memory?
Why can't I be happy instead?
I wish and wish for only one
I want that memory buried deadFor BiancaT_T :)
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Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)
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