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Poetry

These are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.

Pain

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by thisisme314

by thisisme314

The moment I heard the words,

The moment I knew there was nothing I could do,

There was nothing I could say,

There was nothing left,

Was the moment my world died.

The words replay,

The ones you said,

The ones I should have,

The ones shared with expression.

It all hurts.

But I have to move on.

I have to see my life through.

I have to forgive and forget.

Forgive myself,

And forget you existed.

But that's what hurts the most.

AGD