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Jul 2016
One day came
I engulf myself
in assumed forgetfulness
away from toxic memories.

I faced the day
Counting more days ahead
Going easy
for this heart of mine.

Am I too scared to forget?
Is there a pill?
Cause I still play pretend,
to memories that made me ill.
Written by
GuiseOfALoner
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