Forgetting Me

Forgetting Me

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We were supposed to forget. Supposed to forget the past year and wake up with a clean slate, a chance at redemption. You couldn't fight it, the government would find out - they find out everything. We were supposed to forget who we are, but I remembered. *** They say pain is relative. That nothing is permanent and everything will slowly fade back to normality. They say pain is normal, normal to be and live in constant fear for yourself and others around you. They say pain is 'not that big of a deal', when inside you want to scream and curl up on the floor, seeking human consolation. But, in my head, pain is all I know. It hurts. The white light invades my brain, my soul and my heart, reining control over my entire being. It drives out the precious laughs, tears, smiles and scowls, leaving me with a blank page. A 'clean slate' or 'a second chance' is what they called it. I saw through the facade, I saw the real intentions behind the programme - it didn't matter who or where we were, they had this constant need to suppress any form of living other than the way they wanted, a way to control the human race. But this year, this year would be different. I wasn't going to forget. No, I wasn't going to be Forgetting Me anytime soon.
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