The Past

As fear covers you like the Boston sky You see it in the wind as it flashes before your eyes

You try to forget it You try to split, but all of the whispers shall come like this

You've seen it once and you'll see it again the blood the tears as they slip down so thin 

Try to forget it yes, but no once you lie down it all comes back like so

You wish to run you wish to hide, but all of those thoughts are buried deep inside

This poem is about: 
Me

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