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Apr 5
there are good days,
then there are bad days;
there are days that start out alright
but then they spoil, and i cry over them at night.

days when i realise there are still remnants of the pain,
ghosts of the past that cling to me, memories that remain.
it's so easy to bury them, you know,
yet it's so hard for them to let me go.

on days like these, i try so hard to be okay.
i distract myself with things that make me feel
as if the pain was never there in the first place,
i just wish that feeling could stay longer, be real.
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aya
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   Imran Islam
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