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Jun 2015
I can not remember
How it used to be
When I would wake up
And listen to you breathe
I can not remember
The taste of your kiss
Nor can I see clearly
Your rose ted lipstick
I can not remember
How it feels to be alive
I've been so consumed by hate
And the mask I hide behind
I can not remember
The touch of your skin
I can not remember
What it feels like to win
In fact all I can remember
Is how much it hurt
When I feel on my face
In all the **** and dirt
All I can remember
Is the taste of betrayal
And I can not remember
How I used to prevail.
I wish I could remember
At least one memory
Where I was not depressed
Or in a prison of misery.
Christopher Black
Written by
Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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