My past,
Doesn't feel so vast,
Memories that don't seem,
To belong to me.
I hear tales,
Of childish wails,
Stories of adventures,
Devoid of lectures,
Yet somehow...
It all seems,
My brain only processes it in dreams.
My own past,
Doesn't feels so vast,
These memories that don't seem,
To be of my own.
I threw a rock,
A toy car,
At my older brother,
It blew him asunder,
But I forget,
These memories yet,
I'm told of them,
Again and again.
This child described,
Doesn't feel quite right,
Those memories that don't...
Belong to me.
A well oiled cat,
His fur is sticky and black,
A child unattended,
Is bound to cause a mess.
The child described,
Isn't quite right,
The memories,
That never did belong to me.
(True Story xD)
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