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34 Watching, temporarily
A world I’m not meant to appear.
It fails to bug me
As the former acquaintances pass me by.
The former acquaintances I was never meant to know.
Every conversation was necessity
It’s unbelievable: they once participated
In an often isolating world.
All so healing
I’m finally free
Affected/ no longer
by a presence of the past
I’m Feeling nothing
But looking back.
Walking alone
And passing those groups
Wondering: why was I once affected by a group of people that changed
From big to small?
Why would their actions always become
A painful circumstance?
What I wanted so badly
Was to leave that world alone
There’s no point in redemption: the past
Is long ago
Feeling nothing
For the very first time.
What I prefer is forgetting
And moving on.
I do not need sights of past crushes
Or the people/ I’ll always remember
As the once popular
high school crowd.
Things have changed
Now I’m chasing a dream
I’m beginning to realize:
The dream is not far away
This reminiscence so useless
Since the future is bright
I’ve moved on and I know that’s the case
For everyone else.
Full of optimism
As I feel/so certain
That the life I want is within my grasp.
No longer will I complain: I’ve long escaped.
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