Memories
Sometimes we try very hard
To erase our past and
Even our past self from that past
But no matter what we do
It always leave the marks behind
No matter what thought
And emotions I use as an eraser
But i am trying now to look forward
Beyond that page of my life
Now i feel like rhe life is like notebook
Not the page what I use to think about
Even though we can't erase the marks
We can look forward to new pages
That is blank and waiting for the story
That we write into it .
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