…thoughts…
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Forgive me for saying too much
At those times, I don’t hesitate, or give a fragile touch
It’s nothing personal, but I care too much to make a bad memory
That version of me, that piece, is unwanted shameful history
Through another yesterday, things get clear
I’ve almost removed all the old fear
Between too late, & not too bad
I’ll leave all the unsure, & sad
I’ll just be honest, & glad