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A simple poem written at around two in the morning.

Poetry.

This is all about remembering when things were better.

You can’t bear to suffer the loss of dreams.

Poetry.

Remembering the past and how sometimes its better left in the past.

Here is a poem of how I feel sometimes.

A poem about about memories.

This is about my baby brother who died when he was a baby RIP Sam.