Just a sprinkle of imagination

Just a sprinkle of imagination

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You were my first for everything. I was there when no one was there. I believed you were there for me when I needed you. I thought you would listen I needed you to listen. ........................................................................ A bunch of sad poems got to do with relationships, death of a family member, broken friendships ect.
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I've always hated the saying "Time heals all wounds." Maybe in most cases that may be true. In my experience with life and pain however, time has only ever bled out the wound. The scars that the wounds left behind though, are often so deep that just looking at them becomes painful to the mind. Time only heals what you let go of. Sometimes letting go and moving on just doesn't feel possible; no matter how much time you let pass you by. These poems signify what time hasn't healed for me.

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