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A Portrait of the Past
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Thoughts on Life It’s strange how
the past can seem
so far removed
to the point that
we don't feel like
we're part of it anymore,
as if someone erased
us from existence
and superimposed
a sepia-stained
smiling face
in our place.
Maybe we just
forget that
we were happy
once.
This poem is good, but I personally think that no matter what the poem or story is about, it needs some ray of hope and happiness at the end of it. But good work non the less.