i don't like
the memories
because the tears
come easily,
and once again i break
my promise
to myself for this day.
it's a constant battle.
a war between remembering
and forgetting.
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
