Sometimes it hits me like a bolt
An arrow shot out of some archer's loose grip
When I reminisce
I can't help but flinch
Why are these memories so painful
A searing heat that moves across my brow
My body
Then I reason
Try to make sense
To be my own friend
When I desperately don't need one
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