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Old memories.

Oh sweet memories,
Like bittersweet melodies,
How you stab in the weakest places, 
Leaving but empty spaces.
 
Long have you held me back,
Keeping me in endless black.
No more shall Iie,
Waiting to die.
 
I shall chase you away,
Far into the light of day.
I am anew,
And for that I can thank you.

 

((Holey moley... I actually made a poem... and it's not that bad!))

Source: 
Drawn by myself.