The flashbacks hurt,
They take you back to a time and a place
Where you were happy and you felt whole
Where you were strong and you felt brave
Where you felt like you could take on the world
But now you're back in the horror,
Back in the sadness,
Back in the emptiness,
Back in the pain.
Memories can be both a blessing and a curse
The good memories bring happiness and joy
The bad memories bring sadness and sorrow
The flashbacks hurt,
And they hurt deep.
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Poetry𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉. 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌--𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖞 -𝕺𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖙𝖙 �...
