It seems breathless, that memory,
But slippery like, it fleets.
Surrounded by reminders,
I thought I had burnt those thoughts,
But Memory and Thought follow me,
Everywhere I go.
Everytime I think of you, I die a little more,
Everytime I die a little more, I think of you.
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Comments3
Loving this.
Excellent, that's just how certain memories and loss haunt us, an feel the angst in this too.
Those memories can bring us both good and bad feelings but the good always override the bad.
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