I wake up
With memories
That aren’t mine
Filling my head
I sit up
With stolen images
Flashing in my mind
I walk to the sink
With forgotten feelings
Spilling from my eyes
I look in the mirror
And recognize
Hundreds of faces
In my collection of lives
One day
This face will be old
These memories will be stolen
And my feelings will reset
And I’ll try again
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
I wake up
With memories
That aren’t mine
Filling my head
I sit up
With stolen images
Flashing in my mind
I walk to the sink
With forgotten feelings
Spilling from my eyes
I look in the mirror
And recognize
Hundreds of faces
In my collection of lives
One day
This face will be old
These memories will be stolen
And my feelings will reset
And I’ll try again
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