Category : Poems

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Behind me - my past,

 I call it sometimes

 When I really miss someone.
  I relive my life through lost memories, 

Some bury me, some make me live

 My life more vividly.  
Behind me are people I still care about,

 But life is a whirlwind that pulls you out 

Of some cold arms, from people

 Who no longer care about you in their lives. 
 Behind me is my childhood, 

Hundreds of yes and no, 

Decisions that brought me here, 

Happy then sad... mix of my feelings.