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May 2014
I was always so angry ,
Always not accepting
what was meant to be.
If god wills it, I should agree
Rather than question it .
I do not trust, I do not care ,
I feign nonchalant
For I was wounded once .
But then I dared myself,
To open my eyes, to look at the truth.
I realized that,
the only way to heal,
Is to glue everything up
with forgiveness.
I will not wallow in self pity
nor will I ever think of the past
as something haunting,but a lesson.
I don't know how to put it into a poem because there's so much to say and I **** at writing,I just express. You know?
Mi
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Mi
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