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I remember the swings,
the laughs, the songs,
I want to remember
it all. But I can’t.
I hate, I love, I want, I need.
I do not know how to feel.
How am I supposed to feel, I ask.
No one has the answers
I search for.
It feels like a hole
Cut through my heart.
Him him him her.
The cheating the lies the fights.
He gave up on life, he gave up
On us. That’s not the part that hurts
me. I hate the hate.
I hate the love.
I used to want to replay it.
Now all I want to do is delay
The feelings, the longing, the love,
I say I remember the good,
but the bad hangs above it.
Like a cloud over a rainbow.
I pretend I see the rainbow,
but I can’t, I never will.
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