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Jan 2021
Underneath
What I am;
What I was,
I burst out of the shell,
Burning to shred.
Smoldering paper
Is all that remains.

Burn it all,
The thought doesn’t count.
Burn it all,
It shouldn’t survive.
Burn it all,
Just save me from my memories.
What memories could I be speaking of? Hahaha that’s for me to know and try to forget! I’m usually on the side of not trying to forget things because they teach me. This taught me nothing and caused me pain.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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