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Jan 2015
I hear you

You shout about how I am nothing

I already knew


What are you doing with my memories?
Don't you dare break them.
I need all of them back,
and I'm gonna take them

It's
    so
       unfair
              how
                  you
                      make
                            me
                               feel

Like
   I've
      just
         vanished

As
  if
    I
     were
        never
            real

I just want my memories
All the ones we had made
A small, mental tease
Before it all fades

I hear you

Screaming about how you miss me

But it's not enough

Just to be sorry

Change must be made
Dues must be paid

I hear you

Crying about how you're alone now

And I guess it's my fault

It must be, somehow
Arlo Disarray
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