think

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july 5th, 2017

eyes tired from crying,
heart tired of feeling,
mind tired of breaking everything,
that's all i amount to be.

memories flood my mind
of words we said
and times we shared,
and i find myself distraught in
every single sight.

knives are thrown,
trying to shatter every memory
that keeps haunting me.

cracks are made,
and pieces fall apart.
but, soon later,
they find each other
and heal again to torment me
another day.

i want to forget,
but i don't want to forget.
i'm going insane,
why must i be this way?

can i not find peace in endings?
is this really an ending
to anything?
is that the reason every memory
heals and reveals itself
through my glazed eyes,
taunting me to remember what was?

months have passed,
will we make it?

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