The memories that we share come back to me often. Always late at night. Always the same pain. It's like they remind me of the pain as if on purpose. Some nights I can't handle it, so I sit there staring blankly while tears stream down my face. Other nights, I'm okay, not the best, but it's better than nothing, I suppose. The memories that we share will always haunt me. Like a terrible headache I can't get rid of and no matter how much medicine I take they won't go away. The memories are dead to me but they still cause pain..
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Poems, Stories/Short & maybe a lot more
PoetryWe are all human. We are all unique in our own unique way. So, why give hate to a person just because they are being them and you're not? I suck at writing so be prepared to cringe : )
