I'm Ivette, a poet from the ironically named town, Albrightsville.

Become Whole
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Far thyself from pain.

You suffered enough
Leave it alone
And come back home

They all miss you
All are ready for love;
You know it'll be though

Let go of the past.

Make amendments with the present
Savor the good times
Ignore the bad kind

Become Whole.
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