These thoughts are old,
it's nothing new.
The old memories run through my head like a movie,
but it's on replay.
These memories have their claws in deep,
they have for years.
The claws ripping and tearing me apart,
one by one, piece by piece.
The movie is still on replay,
thoughts of you flashing
in and out of my mind.
These thoughts will continue,
with no end.
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Endless Days *Completed*
PuisiA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!