Reminiscing is like
A double-edged sword;
Beautifully crafted,
Yet disastrous.
A memory isn't just a memory.
It's a place;
Filled with old wounds,
Empty smile, and glimpses of you.
Memories fade,
And people do, too, and
If you're not careful,
Both can leave scars too deep to fade.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
