In the divide
Thinking about the future ,
never forgetting of my past;
has left certain scars on me,
and my mind in awe aghast....
Young love does not always work;
it can be very trying;
if I said anything other,
I'd simply be just lying....
Separated from children,
at a young and vulnerable age,
watching from a distance ;
just me a useless sage....
Much time has passed and here I sit;
broken hearted and alone,
even with my charm and wit,
I am chilled right to the bone....
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