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Things aren't like they were before,
But it's still there,that thing inside
That whispers through the dark
And makes me think of things
I wish sometimes i could forget.
I can't forget,but they do fade,like
Moving tide or changing sky,my
Thoughts like clouds,that drift and
Pass and hide no sting of pain;
Just make way,gently,for the sun.
Nice poem u got here :)