Misery.

Alright.

Where should I start?

When I am caught up in the middle.

Between moving on and holding back.

Sounds crazy.

I don’t want to think.

Because the past is out but my soul’s holding still.

Totally haunted by old flame.

A love that’s long gone and over.

But some pieces of it remained.

I’m bothered and troubled.

Tried to avoid it but the more I am wounded.

Is this the upshot of holding back?

I asked myself, “Was my love not enough?”

Was I never enough?

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