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Aug 2021
Memories aren't as beautiful,
You have good memories
but as they're walking hand in hand with the dark,
it takes over,
Like a thunderstorm hiding behind big clouds,
The scale in between them becomes heavier,
Until I can only see the awful memories I had hidden,
deep down in a locked cage,
Now free of torture,
As I frighten,
That I might never be the same.
Written by
beingcoolisaflex
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   Imran Islam and SleepEasy
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