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For good

It's hopeless, and I write to quell it.

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Sometimes you wish people would leave your life,
and you try to get them out.

But they'll never leave your head.
It's a shitty deal.

I used to dread this month;
now I’m glad it’s here.
You leave this month;
I forgot what day.

January is young before me,
and I wish it was old, behind me.

I wish I could stop checking the drivers
in every small, silver car.
I wish I could not worry about
running into you at my haunts.
I wish I could not think I see you
in so many pretty girls walking.

I wish you would leave my fucking head,
so I can,
finally and wholeheartedly,
move forward,
like I need to.

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alisha

Jan 25, 2009

ps: I wish you good luck with "quelling" the feeling of not forgetting her =)
alisha

Jan 25, 2009

good point.
I wish I'd forget too
to just leave it alone
for once let me be happy
without you wandering in my mind

free verse <3 they always pop up in my mind whenver I think about stuff

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By imdeadgoaway

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Date Added

Jan 19, 2009 at 10:58 PM

Article Type

Literature

Genres

Poetry

Topics

People, Pain

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