Dear Memory,
When I look into you, I see they and I
we sit together singing along
To our favorite song
I wonder
Where that voice went
It reappears and disappears
I wonder what happened
Is it good or is it bad?
I can't tell
If it's just an illusion.
~N
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Dear Memory
PoezieI hate memories. They hurt worse than the actual incident. Poetic writings of a person who loves memories as much as they hate them.
