Having lived
and so long held,
your memories
as a crutch,
how must I
now drift away,
and pretend
you never were?
How must I
now teach myself
to remember
to forget?
How to live
this faking and
oblivion make
from memory?
With you expelled
from my being,
how must I
still be myself?
How must you
so etched in me,
from my soul
be thus erased?
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Author:
Zwitterion (
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