i have so many memories
what happened to me
between eight and eighteen?
why did the earth stop spinning,
when i threw out all my pretty barbies?
why didn't i recognize my own body?
why can't i remember?
if it's my memory why isn't it clearer?
why did i go blind
when the clock of my youth stopped ticking?
when corruption consumed my childhood dreaming?
and if i had to chance to go back and see
would i really want to know
who it was that murdered little ole me?
-diaryofalittlestar
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Poetrya collection of unique poetry fueled by random deep emotions and thoughts that sometimes sound unsettling. eldest thought daughter.
