Telling the untold story of my childhood
Rewinding the despicable memories that withdraws me from fully happiness
To me when I was a little girl
peace meant war
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good memories, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Memories can be good or bad sometimes. We have to swallow the bitter pill the same as the sweet pill. They both end up in the same place. They can't be erased just pushed back in the subconscious and gotten back at a later date. If its a rewind let it be a fast one. There is sill hope. A very powerful write.