My mind suppressed those memories
I can weakly remember
some scenes, expressions
but if I didn't have that diary
I would not think
it was my past.
- oh how much I want to burn it.
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PoetrySome poems about someone who didn't know how love me right, how I, myself, didn't know how to love me right, how I lost & finally found myself again.
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My mind suppressed those memories
I can weakly remember
some scenes, expressions
but if I didn't have that diary
I would not think
it was my past.
- oh how much I want to burn it.
