Lost Memories
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Last published Fri, May 18, 2018
What is it like to find everything again
What is it like when you can stop the crying
what is it like when you can just forget
when all you know if the feeling of dying
Not too long ago, I woke up. I was cold and I was alone, I can't remember anything, just the name etched into my skin.
I am still alone, I know nothing but being alone, the cold is my only friend and that never goes away, I have so one to talk to, I have no one to be close to. I have nothing.
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