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thoughts you cant get rid of
a person in the mirror you have to live with and yet cant love
things left undone and unfinished, unstarted and unlooked
tears uncried and yet fear seeping like paint in wounds
memories justifying what you cant dare to face
nights left wondering if emotions are returned with the same fire they are forged in
a ravaging storm that you wake up to, mellowing in sewers, mellowing, mellowed;
seeing everything, taking notes and paranoid
missing yourself and people you swore to never remember
but yet hearts crawl back like vines intertwining under sunlight
bound to the force of life like nasty parasites
eating the scraps of memory swore forgotten and unturned