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Moving on is never ever easy

It’s like cleaning a room that is so messy

It’s tiring and it never seem to end

You’re in a place where yesterday and today blend

You have to throw out unpleasant memories

Find and restore some wanted peace

For how long, only God can tell

Until then, everyday will feel like hell

Smiles and laughter are paid with tears

Every moment will feel like years

Mornings will likely be spent in mourning

Happiness won’t last up until evening

Moving on will never be easy

So this poem will serve as my quick remedy

©danieldlsantos2012

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~ by lordouch on December 6, 2012.

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