Stop bringing up the past,
stop fighting about what has passed.
Just please, stop, I'm telling you it's a must.
The more you stay behind,
the more will the memories
haunt you and imprison you,
stopping you from playing the present,
hindering you from discovering the future.
— the past sucks, but that must be just my opinion, sorry.
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up in the clouds
Puisishe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
