Once again I spill myself
Upon these pages white
But nothing changes
I still feel the same
whats with this place
can't I rest
Can't I just let go?
Without risk?
Without consequence?
without remembrance?
Without...
Seems life is without
no thought to care
no thoughts at all
It's what I do best
forget.
I don't want to forget anymore
memories will live
good or bad
they need to be there
only wish I had more
the comfort of many thoughts
seems to slip past.
Desolate and unwavering his thoughts ring true like death...
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