Whirlpools
Happy times we will always
remember.
But it's the tragedies that really thrive in our heads,
that feed on our pain, our guilt, until we
surrender.
The hurt, the remorse that all of us have felt,
suck us under like the whirlpools that are our
feelings.
That stop us from seeing the light,
that stop us from growing and stop us from
healing.
We all give up, we think we don't need to
fight.
When all that is doing
is stopping us from continuing on
the confusing path that is
life.
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