I hate to look at my old pictures.
memories sharp as broken glass, cut deep.
Because I remember every photo so fraught.
I remember each moment with cruel clarity, Feelings I once cherished, now bittersweet echoes.
I remember how I felt, and it makes my eyes start to cry.
Cry and cry until my eyes are weary.
If you only know how I want to get the chance to get back at every photo.
I want to say goodbye; I want to feel happy again, like in this photo; I want to feel loved again, like in this photo; and I want to be pretty again, like in this photo.
But I end up alone in the room, feeling so empty and pale.
My eyes are red from crying so much, and my heart feels heavy with regret.
I wish tears could turn back time, I would shed an ocean of them.
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Pages of my heart :A literary journey
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