i used
to wish that
i could leave
leave it all
behind me
and move on
now i see
i can run
but
the past will
always follow me
around.
not so much
as a ghost
but more like
a puppy
one that i'll
have to learn
to live with
(eventually).
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ sometimes it feels like i carry rocks around with me on my back. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ a collection of ̶p̶o̶e̶m̶s̶ feelings
