Sometimes memories are like metal fans.
With each blade sharpened-
They aren’t beckoning you
They are pushing you away-
When you reach for them
You are cut, again-
Leaving you reeling
Running from closet to bedsheets
to where you no longer
own your memories
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
Yes! This. Exactly.
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Morning! Hope you have a fun day
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It’s 4am. Need to go to sleep first, LOL.
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Lol go to sleep already!!
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Maybe in a bit 😉
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But yeah! You too!
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Lol, I should have read this yesterday so I was reminded not to look back and reach out to those darn memories. Great post as always.
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Ha thanks. Yea, they can be a bit sharp sometimes. Cheers!
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Yes. I understand this. Thankyou for writing it
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Thank you for reading it
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Welcome
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Great poem! 🖤
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Thank you
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No problem! 😁 🖤
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Nice poem. Some memories remind me of that lemondrop candy. That first taste is sweet but then it turns sour 🙂
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Thank you for finding the poem and reading it.
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Oof the last line got me! Really beautiful poem ❤
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Hello and thank you
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