So B It
This had to be a dream.
It's imprinted in my memory,
Impossible to ignore.
Things have changed,
The tears broke free.
I buried it at the bottom,
The desire to return.
Peeled my gaze away,
And marched on.
No more turning back,
It's time to toughen up.
I turned my face up to the sky
"There would be some pain,
But life would move on."
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