The past.
Never should be deal with.
But often they leave something.
Something that is hard to forget.
Something that makes you recall that very time.
Something that makes you relive that very moment in your life over and over again.
Something that makes you remember every pain.
The pain that never seems to depart.
The past leave scars.
The scars that you thought will heal
Look as though one never seems to recover
'Cause the pain feels the same,
From the very first time you felt it.
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Thoughts (Collection of Short Poetries)
PoetryA collection of literature about random feelings and thoughts. This will have more works to come! Just comment if you want me to write about something! Please, please, please, PLAGIARISM is a crime!
