It's with a whole opened heart
It bears equivocal pain
When the one has to depart
The sensation is akin
To ripping skin from skin
After all it is that I dwell within
Time surely dulls the ache
However the hurt remains
Reminders flash back daily
The echoes of bygone pains
Moving on is so tedious
A high mountain to climb
Just as paining as arduous
With the ever moving time
Still moving on is a must
With each experience
It continues to erode my trust
In present day life is good
A clear conscience is a friend
These are my experiences
That is all yet not the end
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