memory

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There's a memory. Of how I used to be.

The kind young kid loving the world.

The kind young kid who got broken.

The kid was so broken he couldn't cope.

In a new world where he saw everything in red.

Love. Friends. Happiness. Loneliness

Loneliness was all he felt.

A sense of not belonging arose.

A sense that life is a joke arrived

Then came depression.

The why's and the what if's.

The wold is cruel deal with it kid.

And he did. But now he can't cope the way he should.

He just deals with it.

Pushing it away to deal with later.


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