Thoughts of the past
Thoughts of the past are keeping me awake
Thoughts of the past make me want to scream about the pain in my soul
Thoughts of the past make me question my sanity
Thoughts of the past make me feel like my life back then was surreal
Thoughts of the past haunt me even when I am wearing a smile
Thoughts of the past make me want to lock my doors and never come out
Thoughts of the past make me question my actions today
Thoughts of the past makes me what to live my truth
Thoughts of the past makes me want to confront my hidden angry
Thoughts of the past makes me want to curse
Thoughts of the past makes me want to cry
Thoughts of the past never leave my mind
Thoughts of the past cut me deep
Thoughts of the past are dying to get out
Thoughts of the past want to give me a voice
Thoughts of the past remind me that I am a survivor
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Maelyn Jeffers
Throughout my life, I have been through a lot of pain, and I want to share my stories because as bad as it was I survived. I AM A SURVIVOR!!!!
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