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Jan 2018
I know now how it is
Looking in the window,
Of your own life.

Seeing the dark,
shadow of the life you once loved

Now but a empty space
a dusty room
A few cobwebs forming
Throughout


So much denial
So much build up pain
the flame that once
Burned bright

Dimmed down to
Nothing
A cloudy
Reality

So much wastes time and
Energy
Put on pretending it wasn't real

To finally accept the truth
Is beyond
Hard

I would rather walk backwardsΒ Β then to
Relive that past
Anna-Marie Rose
Written by
Anna-Marie Rose  36/F/Grantspass , oregon
(36/F/Grantspass , oregon)   
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   Angela Baerthel
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