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a promiseMemories alone cannot erase
The pain of your betrayal,
The emptiness that was created
On the day you walked away.
Every broken promise
Resonates louder than words
As I think of all the reasons
Why I should have let your image fade
And let these reminders be erased
So many years ago
I am not like you,
I am nothing like you,
And I finally realize this now.
The Fates have called me
To the lonely and forsaken road,
Bitter as its howling winds may be
Upon the dusty path.
Ive changed, indeed,
But so have you,
As if our mirrored halves
Were shattered and torn from the looking-glass
From whence they once
Had seemed to originate.
Your smile, once kind,
Now forced to feign,
More than a thousand blows ever could
As I see the tightness in your eyes
And the lie hiding behind
Every word that you speak.
So I try to go onward,
Into my own personal hell,
And hastily claim to myself
That Ill never look back,
Too much of me was bu
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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