No mnemonic device could help.
There was no other way.
Anything I tried,
Taking notes, writing on my skin,
It all fell flat.This is my last chance.
To remember.
Im hoping and praying it works.
Every sting I feel.
Every stab of pain when I walk.
I will remember.And I can finally fix my mistakes.
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Poetry of thought
PoetryPoems and aspirations of my mind. Sometimes short stories [Not constantly updated]