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Oct 19
I used to wish
For an
Eraser,
To rub out
All the painful episodes
Off my life,
The
Hardships and
Strife

It's taken many years
To fully realise,
The golden prize

Empathy

To know
How it feels,
The deal it seals

No
Good
Without
The
Bad
This is the first version.

I used to play
A little game
With myself

The eraser blazer

I'd think of all the unwanted scenario's
From the past
And give them a blast
With the
Eraser blazer

Imagining the new and
Improved me
For all to see

Until realising
There's no good
Without the bad
Nick Moore
Written by
Nick Moore  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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