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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