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"Empty mind" and "vacancy,"
Those were never words
For a soldier like me.
My mind's always restless,
Rustling thoughts,
And crashing emotions
They all hunt the soldier of North.
For all the memories I've stolen,
Dreaming was something I was deprived of.
My mind's been filled with thoughts,
Occupied with memories I carry
From the people who asked for my mercy.
They never knew,
Stealing theirs'
Would mean suffering for me.
By the skill I was gifted,
I share with one's pain
And lessens their burden.
It's just that they don't remember,
While my brain holds all their pain,
And for it, my heart's always hurting.
There's an art to forgetting.
An art I don't have
And I hope to have.
But thank you ,
Carlos.
Apart from the traumas that hunt me,
I never had to live
With my soul empty
You filled it and Nayeli.
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