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Jul 2015
My heart is filled
with spilled ink
with your name

I long for your entirety
just as how I long
to hold my past

You were like my past -
someone hard to forget
someone hard to understand
someone I love
and will always will
But someone I will not choose
Because love,
Today I choose myself

I won't abandon myself for you
Even if it means losing you
Past is a nice place to visit
But not a place to stay

Past is years ago
I live in the future now.
Angella Joves
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