If the memories I remember now,
Are the ones I haven't repressed,
Then I don't want to cover the ones I did,
The ones I pushed to the back of my head,
Locking the door,
Turning off the light,
And throwing the key into a messy room waiting to be cleaned,
And sometimes I think,
Maybe it's better off that way.
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Poetry• For those with invisible wounds • For those with rushed childhoods • For those with forgotten memories • For the trauma • For those that dream • For those that lost someone important • For the selfless • For those with plastered smiles • for t...
