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I found some more of my old poems i have written and thought i would share one with you.
Imagine theres an ocean, and on the otherside,
is a girl who feels just like me,
with nowhere left to hide,
The difference is i'm facing it,
but she is running away,
one day soon i pray that she may find her way.
She won't look back in anger and cry as the pain attacks,
she will stand up for herself and learn to fight back,
every single memory she will leave in the past,
move on without them,
and like me,
never look back.
Imagine theres an ocean, and on the otherside,
is a girl who feels just like me,
with nowhere left to hide,
The difference is i'm facing it,
but she is running away,
one day soon i pray that she may find her way.
She won't look back in anger and cry as the pain attacks,
she will stand up for herself and learn to fight back,
every single memory she will leave in the past,
move on without them,
and like me,
never look back.
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Thank you for sharing your poem, I like poetry alot and have written alot through the years. It sounds like you are a little conflicted with yourself. Almost like 2 people. One in pain & anger and one that doesn't want to look back. I think with healing that we can heal from what happened to us it's just sometimes we don't forget. But as the pain lessons you learn to move on. But I don't think you totally ever forget. You just learn to live with it. I don't know if I made any sense. I just mainly wanted to say that I liked your poem and could relate to some of it.
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