Without,
I healed, I struggled,
Ours, became mine.
Time stitched,
faces forgotten,
A flash, a smile,
A flood begins,
Mine, not just mine,
With, it's ours.
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The name,
almost forgotten,
The pain,
always remembered.
Good, bad, ugly, pretty.
No longer there, here.
Now.
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