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To go back in time...
Would be
like going back to hell
To remember my past is like doing it all again.
To feel the pain of before is letting it be
part of me now.
I guess I don't really have a choice,
Its there all the time
The memory of fear.
The memory of
pain.
The memory of screaming inside where no one else could hear.
The memory of tears
It is Hell, Pure Hell
How
Could he?
Why was I the one?
Why am I the one who can't let go?,
Who can't forget?
I can't forget the face,
the
anger that stared me down
the hurt that I secretly saw deep within those eyes
I don't want to remember, I don't want
to relive it, I don't want to feel the hurt again!
Suzanne Elwell 2/99
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Mediocrity
Who is that shadow?
Do you think we could talk?
Can you hear me?
hello
!?! Am I here?
Beliefs...
Trust...
Never again,
Smiling Shyly
Being me ... like no one else can...
Thoughts
escape me
Positive Impulses
The One and Only
God
taken over...
strong love, so real
Mediocrity... Never
My
world ... changes
leaves ... seasons ... wind ... you...me
and ofcourse... us
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all poems here are copyright(c) 2002 Suzanne Elwell
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