Clinging on to memories is no way to push forward,
Remembering times shared and happy thoughts
Cannot forge a trail or alter whatever is next to come,
Reflections on past glories
Is no way to soothe the sting
Created from rejections taking place in the present
Tense I am, soaked and cold,
Trying my best to numb away the negative
With so many I don’t knows,
Answers are good and fine
But only work when you unite a question to its side
Without understanding
Without direction
You’re left standing
Without attraction
To those things you need the most
Looking in the mirror
Is a terrible Idea
When you cannot remember
The face you see
May look ugly, may terrify you
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