I've learned to smile in the midst of darkness.
Emerging,
from a swamp of never-ending sorrow.
It was a battle I fought my way through,
with the help of a sunshine,
I finally left you.
It was never easy,
the haunting never stops.
If the past could stay in its place,
I would be more than grateful.
I care.
I do.
But you have no right to mess me up like a fool.
Merry Christmas.
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