If I went back to where it happened (2020), I want to take away the painful memories.
To realize how much I've gained and how much I've lost.
To prove to myself that I was able to get through it.
Now when my brain goes back there, I divert it only to the right memories, the healing ones.
It's as if I wrote a good story over the top of a bad story, and in time the ink pours over the pages
as my story fades away until only the good one remains.
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Poems
PoetryHi! I'm Mackenzie, but I go by The_writter134. If you think about it, it's scary to write about your feelings for the world to see. When writing these poems they come from personal experiences including some that were written for fun. I use poems as...
