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Oct 2020
I try to remember the way we were,
Although I only recall what we never became.
Endless shouts of silence,
echo through my mind.
Iā€™m filled with, a blissful pain,
burning so white hot, that I freeze in place,
Out of terror.
Now I can remember who Iā€™m supposed to become, as I cherish,
what we never became.
Written by
John
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