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Trina and Isabelle inspired me to make one.

Here's a throwback:


for the future holds my fear.
& i can't let go of the past.

i dwell on the simple things.
the little things.
the things that mean most.
for they never leave my memory.
my memory of both good and bad.

reassurance has disappeared.
trust is no longer strong.
together, they go hand in hand.
with my hands too full of what i don't need.

& so i sit in silence.
in hopes to organize my thoughts.
in hopes my hands don't get too weak.
too weak to crash.
too weak to breakdown.

so i'll hold on strong.
never showing you the truth.
the truth behind the smiles.
the truth behind the laughs.
the truth behind everything you thought you knew.

because you no longer know the truth.
for you let it pass you by.
as well as the rest.
the rest of the little things.
the little things that mean the most.

so i say farewell to my conclusion of thoughts.
farewell to the happy.
farewell to the sad.
for i'll be back from this stage of confusion.
i'll be back when i find what i have lost.