I try not to think about our past
because when I do,
I remember all the,
tears,
laughs,
kisses,
hugs and,
tender moments.
When I think of that
I want to cry.
I've locked up all my
anger,
grief,
and anguish,
never to be released
until death takes me,
and my soul flies to
celestial heavens,
unseen by human eyes.
So I try not to think of our past,
but everytime I see your face,
hear your name
it all comes flooding back.
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