MOVING ONA Poem by setteABOUT THE DIFFICULTY OF MOVING ON
PACING BACK AND FORTH
ON THE WOODEN FLOOR, I AM IN MY THINKING MODE ON WHAT TO DO IN MY LIFE. i HAVE TO MOVE ON, DEAL WITH THE PAIN TRY SOMETHING NEW, AND JUST LIVE THE LIFE i WANT TO. AFTER THE PAIN, I TELL MYSELF, BE STRONG THERE IS A REASON. REASON THAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND, ACCEPT AND ANNOYS ME MORE. WHAT CAN I DO? ALONE IS A SAD WORD BUT HAS TO MOVE ON FOR GOOD.
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