4 years gone with the wind
4 years and any feelings remain
4 years of vain mistakes and forgotten promises
4 years and all has to be done, again but well.
Anger is such a bad counselor,
Self pity a misleading path;
I am worth more than a torn ego.
I shall wander alone, sometimes
Never lament nor beg, anytime
Allways love and give, mindfully
Nurture joy and exam, carefully.
x.
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As long as the world includes me, you shall never tread the Earth alone and never with any impromptu desire to accompany you.
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