This was something I came up yesterday. And this was supposed to be talking about today, November 23rd, due to what happened to me last year.

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You're Gone

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I won't let you control me again.

The day I dread is tomorrow

And it will call out to me,

Tell me that tomorrow is a day that a year has passed

Since that incident that I do not want to remember.

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It slowly looms in my thoughts, threatening to get me to cry,

To cry, to feel again of what has been a fatal wound,

Sewing up slowly to be a scar,

And a scar that threatens to reopen.

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No . . .

No, I won't give into sorrow.

I won't give into hate or anger or sadness.

What's done is done,

The damage is beyond repair,

And there is nothing I can do to regain what I lost.

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All I know is that I recall back the dreaded reminiscences. . .

But as I look to the sky, thinking of my special someone,

You fade away.

And I shall prepare for tomorrow,

To prepare what it has for me.

And it will test me,

Test me if I'm strong enough to go against you,

Test me if I've gotten over you, if I had mended the pieces

Of my broken heart.

Only tomorrow will test me of my valor,

And I will see it to the end if I'm strong enough.

I'll see to it if I will be broken again or not,

To see if I will survive the day.

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Good-bye, my memories with you are gone for good.

And you are gone from my mind, mentally. . .

And only tears,

Tears of relief and happiness, and determination,

Will wash away my memories of you. . .

Good-bye forever.

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Inspiration: An incident of last year, which had took me long enough to snap out of it. Of course, I should've wrote it to be today, not writing it to be tomorrow, but considering I did write this poem yesterday, it's to be expected.

All I can say is that this is to clear the air. I've gotten over it, I've gotten over him. It took me a long time to find the pieces of myself again, but I finally found them all, and embrace them close. I have someone else who I can love unconditionally without holding back. Of course, I never knew or probably even want to know what it was like to fall in love with someone until eleven months ago, soon-to-be a year next month, since my new boyfriend and I have been dating. And I know, with confidence, that he will give me the courage to... As long as he's there by my side, I'm not afraid.

This a counterpart to my poem, "Concealed," only this time, it speaks out of my determination. Of the fact that I've gotten over my ex completely. And besides, we don't even talk to each other anymore... So I have no regrets on this.

So yes, I will say this again to him now:

I survived you,

I've gotten over you.

It's time to say good-bye

And let us go down our seperate roads. . .

Good-bye. . .