The pastA Poem by Regan MeadeJust a little insight to my past that not many know9/27/2010 S.A.M. At the time everything seemed to be right. Everything wasn’t though in my world. My world was crumbling around me and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. I was shattered"broken beyond repair. That was then. Now I am slightly broken but time has fixed the wounds healed the scars. The words anger and hate still resonate through my mind at odd times when I am alone. I am still healing and the wounds are just starting to sew themselves up. Back then I was suicidal. Back then I was alone. Back then…I was trapped. © 2010 Regan MeadeAuthor's Note
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Added on September 27, 2010 Last Updated on September 27, 2010 AuthorRegan MeadeBoise, IDAboutI am the girl that hides in the shadows working her magic from the background. I am the one many seek comfort from. I am the one who hides her pain and true feelings behind a mask of happiness. I am t.. more..Writing
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