memories
what I live and breathe
they come and go
with every person it's added more and more
sad; how we gain and lose them
the longer we live the more we make
the older we get the more we forget
what makes it worst are those people
the ones you wished you could forget
the ones that made it their goal to be apart of your brain cells
memories with them
sting your skin like breeze on a sandy day
Temporary people; the ones that never fucking stay
I'd rather choke on my own blood
than remember the memories they've made with me
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