Oh, the memories that haunt me still,
In dreams, they linger, refusing to chill.
Triggers abound, scars that remain,
Aching reminders of joy and pain.
In the shadows, they lurk and hide,
Waiting to pounce, my soul to divide.
A glimpse, a sound, a familiar face,
And the agony of the past takes its place.
Longing to break free from this weight,
To leave the heartache, the sorrow, the fate.
Yet, memories cling, like autumn's leaves,
Reminding me of all that I'd leave.
Mahi
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