You will heal

Each day feels somewhat better

Less painful than the last

Each day places brand new thoughts

In front of memories tainted by the past

Each day appears much brighter

As each memory starts to fade

It shrinks as it is forced behind

A queue, as fresh new thoughts are made

They’ve not vanished

But being locked in a room with no view

No doubt they will try to resurface

But healing will conquer each day anew.

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