Do not linger in nostalgia,
Or reminice in the horrors.
We become fragile,
memories only break us.
Our souls become locked,
locked in a Mealncholy world.
Break free of the chains,
to face the future.
Forget the past,
to remember the present.
Relive love,
or reclaim hate.
In the end,
nothing had begun.
This world of memories,
Has just ended
(First poem made in 6th grade very sucky) domokun
LeeShin Community Member 
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