.UNTIL WE BURN.
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Nowadays People just love making memories.
They just adore creating a lasting memorie.
They capture time in the form of a picture.
And that picture is kept safe inside a camera or frame.
Until somebody thinks it's time to remember.
I hate memories, I hate rembering.
I don't want to remember the past, It's like the saying the past is in the past.
I only wish that where true, i don't want to remember but everyday no matter how hard I've tried somehow I do.
I don't want any memories all they do is haunt you.
my mind was the camera that captured every haunting soul crushing Moment,
The horrid picture imprinted in my brain, and as much as a try to refrain from doing so.....
I can't let the memory of auschwits go.
And it hurts me more than anyone could ever know.
I saw innocent people killed for fun, I saw infants beaten one by one.
My past is my prison, and I'm the convicted with not one crime.
For I was sent to auschwits when I was only 9.
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