Over It
I'm forgotten, I'm used, I'm over it.
That's how I feel now,
it's over and done with.
Nothing I can do will change it.
So why worry about it?
I won't forget about it,
but I will fogive it.
Moving on with my life,
is what I'm trying to do.
No more dwelling in the past,
the hurts are over.
The future is in front of me,
bright and new without hurt.
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