Three
Three years of torture.
Three years of pain.
Three years or heart ache,
and three years slain.
Now three years ahead,
and three years beyond.
All those feelings for three years,
have long since
gone.
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I have always loved to write, and poetry is my best and favorite way to write. I also love music and can play many instruments and also sing.
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