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number three: reflection

I simply cannot forgive

myself for the restlessness of my heart

for I have burned

and I have splintered

and I have crushed

the hearts of others

And so, exposure

brings back the demons of the past

and the hurt and the loss

I have caused

and I have endured

 

Keeping the pain close by

Also keeps the beauty of the memory from being forgotten

Remembering the electricity of the

Moment sends a shock through my concience

And all I can do is learn and grow and be

 

be the pain. be the memory. be here now.

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erin-melody
American
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Jun 8, 2015
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written 11/24/14

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