3-28-never


Maybe in another few years I'll forget it all and be okay.
But the truth is that I won't.
The truth is, I'll carry it around for the rest of my life,
And you get to roam around misery free.

I couldn't write enough poems in two lifetimes
To cope with the damage.
Sixteen years of built up hate really sticks around,
Even though you didn't...

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