I knew at sometime I was going to accept the fact that to move on I was going to need to...well...move on. But I just didn't want to forget, I didn't want it all to fade into the endless veil of nothingness. But I will forget. I will leave it all without a second thought, a second glance. Maybe one day I'll regret it, maybe I'll miss it. No, I WILL miss it, but I will also get over it. I might also, one day, be glad I left it, left my past. Though it doesn't matter the outcome because...because I knew at sometime I was going to accept the fact that to move on, I was going to need to well...move on.
And I need to move on.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
