If I could,
I would forget.
The pain we shared,
the laughter we endured
If I could,
I would forget
how your sharp eyes cut through me
like a rusty knife,
I would forget
the shouting we did so often,
I would forget loneliness and sadness,of being left behind in the rain
I know we both did bad things,
but alas ,
forgotten
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