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The Mess You Left Behind
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Poems. Unsure how to process,
I am living on the edge of forgotteness,
While today, taking out the trash,
Nearly gave me whiplash,
To the past I found myself agazed,
Upon the rough, unforgettable haze,
Containing the choices you have made,
And how I just try my best to wade,
Through the pain,
That left a permanent stain,
And through the disappointment,
That took my enjoyment,
The person that lived in that room,
The one that lacked a broom,
That person was not you,
At least not the one I ever knew,
Having kept that aspect of you separate from my mind,
It was easier to have your role clearly be defined,
But now there's another person that's been along for the ride,
And it takes strength to learn to coincide.
