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Trying To Forget

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WRITERandPOET

Published: Apr 11, 2012

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My knees still get weak,
Whenever you come around.
My heart still races,
And makes that thumping sound.

It's a different reason,
Than it used to be.
No longer for love,
But rather anxiety.

I try to forget about you,
Whenever I see your face.
My mind wanders,
To an unholy place.

I'm trying hard to forget,
About you and the past.
The memories it has caused,
Will forever last.

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