My past is me.
It’s always there,
And always will be.
Those who know will stay away,
And those who don’t, they tend to stray.
It doesn’t hurt me,
For they are my fondest memories.
People often leave.
I don’t mind. I will not cry
Those who don’t like my past don’t like me,
For my past is me.
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A Shattered Me
PoetryI was attempting to write a story and I ended up with these. These are my poems written while reflecting on my life therefore there may be triggering content. If anything is very descript there will be a warning at the beginning of that poem. Constr...
