The future, a suture
To stitch up past wounds
The healing, a feeling
Of which the mind's consumed
Coping, is hopeless
When dwelling on the past
Stare ahead, there's only dread
As life moves on way too fast
The goal, to feel whole
Is to focus on the present
Otherwise, time flutters by
And you're left with nothing but resentment
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