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I remember like
and I remember love.

But, I can't remember when I became so full of hate.



Memories clouded by substances and manipulation.



Do I want this?
Brainwashed.


Wait, is it hate?
Maybe it's fear.




I think I'm afraid of you.

I write so that someone will care enough about me to read it.

I was contemplating life
When it occurred to me
That nothing in our lives
Means as much as we

No matter good or bad
Or what it was we had
In time, it just becomes
Another memory

We instinctively move on
To new things we are drawn
And the happiness or hurt
Becomes for us, the key

That decides what we do next
And thus our life affects
As we progress from here to there
And so, defines what we shall be
BOEMS BY JA 105

She shook
Ever so slightly
Trembled and
Fumbled along
A single tear
Rolled down
Her cheeks
They didn't know
She was hurt
They didn't
The turmoil she felt
Inside of her
All they knew was
That even though
She had a sad family
She was the one to put smiles
On her lips , for them
Even if they were fake.
They will never know
What she went through
They will never know
The pain her tender
Heart had suffered
They will always think
What she made them think
She was the girl who smiled
The most.