Memories

Memories

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Layin in bed with thousands of thoughts Which one should I start from? Which to remember the most? And which ones to forget? The ones to forget, Sadly I cannot forget. They just flood my brain to the top. Bringing back so many moments. Moments you don't want to imagine. But I've already imagined them. I experienced it. Makes you feel so ever full of shit. Makes you wanna jump off a bridge n call quits. But you can't. You can't bc people expect too much. And you can't because of love. You don't wanna lose someone you love Because sometimes that hurts worse. Losing someone you love can feel more deadly then a bullet to the head. And top the countless number of tears that are shed. You're better off jumping in a lake if you're taking the journey of broken tears But, these are just memories. Memories I cannot seem to forget. No matter how hard I try. Even if I fucking die. They'll still make me cry.
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