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Feb 2015
Memories of you. All fear and pain.
The thought of which I can’t explain.
For years, I’d hoped I was insane
But nightmarish thoughts have left me stained.

The thoughts I have must be obscene.
I try to keep my mind so clean
But what do all these memories mean?
What are these horrid things I’ve seen?

Can it all just be a bad dream?
Could I have suffered such an extreme?
I think of it, and want to scream
Please, let it all just be a dream.

I adjust my ways, hoping for change
Trying to avoid the strange
Using my time to rearrange
To keep my thoughts inside my brain

Nothing can ever be the same
Not since the day I learned your name
My already fragile, broken frame
Is now destroyed. Completely lame.

Try as I may, I can’t erase
The years you took, I can’t replace
I close my eyes and see your face
I’m forever behind in this race

I tried to share, and was ignored
My tears and my expression out I poured
But you were not shown the door
Like I had so been hoping for

So I remain, still to this day
A frail shell of your decay
And will never fully get away
But I get stronger every day
Arlo Disarray
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