

Not-quite-a-poemAnd it's days like this when I askNot-quite-a-poem
If I can really make peace with my past
All the faces from my old class
all the pain that came from that...
My knees tremble, my heart beats fast
Will they smile or mockingly laugh
That I have travelled so far down this path
To find their memories.
In the end...it doesn't matter. I am no longer who I was back then
And yet...I am entirely the same.
I am not changed by accomplishments or modorate fame
What's in a name, anyway.
Ba
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I was cryin' when I met you,
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
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I was cryin' when I met you,
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
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