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[title] => My Past Drags Behind
[time] => 2015-06-10 15:11:48
[hometext] => By: E. Wayne Searles
[bodytext] => I’m supposed to move on, they say the past is the past, just let it go Some people just don’t understand what I went through, they just don’t know Life in my past was not easy but I managed to make it through I did it on very little strength and with the help from friends that were true Being told to just hang myself that everyone would be better if I would just die Many times the thought went through my head finding myself all alone asking why There were many sad times in my youth being picked on and pushed around Yes life was hard and I hated it but still loved all the people in my town Going to school was another story I was shy and marked as a nerd If I could turn back time I wouldn’t be shy and my voice would be heard To move on is one thing digging in the past is not good they say In some cases people don’t have to dig their past just never goes away Living your life as a lie believing you are better off than you are Always being reminded because your past is like an ugly scar So forgive me if I speak about things that hurt me so It’s the only way I can move on, from things that happened so long ago Copyright © 2015 E. Wayne Searles All Rights Reserved http://www.poeticquest-1.biglaunch.net poeticquest@hotmail.com [comments] => 3 [counter] => 284 [topic] => 43 [informant] => waynster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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