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Memory is a sick lie A joke We choke on Collectively Memory is rose gold Damp with mold Stretched thin and wide It fills me with hope That the evil eye Will not abide by human law and let truth preside Over memory Its invertebrate spine Clenches Withholds The pain growing mold The rage that burned Holes In your favorite sweater The silence that follows Time not spent Alone Tastes like sour black coffee Left out Old times Are not the happy ones They are all sprinkled With a misery That precedes Your lie of a life.
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
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Memory is a sick lie A joke We choke on Collectively Memory is rose gold Damp with mold Stretched thin and wide It fills me with hope That the evil eye Will not abide by human law and let truth preside Over memory Its invertebrate spine Clenches Withholds The pain growing mold The rage that burned Holes In your favorite sweater The silence that follows Time not spent Alone Tastes like sour black coffee Left out Old times Are not the happy ones They are all sprinkled With a misery That precedes Your lie of a life.
we never remember things for what they are
#depression#misery#sad#lies#memory
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grackcitybitch
20/F/Kansas
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
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