You Are My Reminder

You Are My Reminder prose poem

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You are a lovely memory;
But, today you are only my reminder….
You are my reminder to be careful…
Be careful of the people I invest my time in…
To see people for what they are
And not for who I want them to be.
To fall for how people treat me..
And not for what they tell me..
You are my reminder to give myself a chance again
Fall down yet again..
For the wrong person … yet again
But you are my reminder … that I can survive the Worst!

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asoke kumar mitra
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lovely, heart wrenching write.once again i find a very real poetess of merit.god bless. give you golden pen.

SAUNDARYA VARTIKA
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Nice Poem

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