"I have too many demons
My heart is crying
I want to escape.
I want to forgive myself.
I'm lost myself.
Who am i?
Who am I supposed to be?
The only thing I know,
Is that I will never be remembered
Is that I will never find the right person.
Because she doesn't exist.
I will always be alone.
The only voice I heard was yours.
The only words I hear now,
Is him telling me to die."
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Memories of a Distant Past
Thơ camem·o·ry ˈmem(ə)rē/ something remembered from the past; a recollection. "one of my earliest memories is of sitting on his knee"
