PROGRESSING THE BEHIND
Addicted to the spent time, along with the 3 words that make our hearts be mine, making us unaware of the true happiness that we could find, only if we would make our decisions based not on our emotions but, thoughts within the mind, but feelings inside the heart imprisons all the precious given in time, even after all the sour events begin by squeezing life so tightly that it begins by draining slowly like lime, Our human nature willingly downplays the awful nature of every abusing partners crime, Then we run to our loved ones with much carried embarassment wanting their napkins to soak up our whines, The rain consumes our relationships prior sunshine again they instruct us on responding to the make-up with decline, like broken record we promise “for real” our famous line, always the plan never succeeding the action to resign, this famous question constantly awaiting in confine, the answer being not simple, due to a complication with love during combine, it’s a default in our nature to act on feelings its designed, after the selection usually it’s then we contemplate as we rewind, bringing all the obvious to illuminate after the emotional saturation created blind, outsiders immediately attach the situation to weakness they assign, forgetting we’re only human and perfection for us all is not in climb, experience after tiring trials changes some of us that defaulted before to refine, no more will the “if” “and” or “buts”, get tangled in a confused process resulting bind, though it’s not often enough that we leave this problem in our past behind, as life continues this subject unfortunately for all will never transform to benign.
POETTA'S THERAPEUTIC POETRY 
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