It feels good to start all over,
With nothing on my chest.
To leave the worry and the guilt-
To strip until nothing's left.
I'm glad that it's all over,
For me to begin anew,
Anything that was impossible
Is now possible to do.
They say the past is past.
And it's something we can't change.
But the future and the present-
Now that's something we can arrange.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
