Sometimes

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-An unfinished poem that I will probably never finish. It's been sitting in here for a while. And I won't finish it, so I'm just posting the little bit that I have.-

Sometimes people aren't who we think
And we imagine the smiles and laughs
And sometimes it's truly hatred
And never any love

Sometimes when running from the past
It beats you to the finish line
And the waves come crashing down
And the panic sets in

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