Past

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I no longer cry when I speak of that day.
Why?

It's because I can't feel anymore.

But one odd day, the bottled up feelings
Will release themselves
And I will cry again.

There are times when I consider myself selfish,
Because my two closest friends have faced worse.

I want to set aside my pain for them;
And it works...
For a while.

But the night arrives all too soon,
And my past conquers me again.

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