𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇.

somewhere between
remembering who i was
and coming up with
who i wanted to be,
i lost my last
strand of
identity
i had
left.

now,
i am left,
with the remains
of broken promises,
painful memories,
and terrorizing thoughts.

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