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These memories I tried to burn from my brain by lighting          cigarette by cigarette.        Hoping that one day the smoke would cloud what memories remained of you.          Memories of you and I          Stuck in my brain          Like stars stuck to the landscape of the sky.          These memories that bring so much pain are the ones that not even the rain could wash away.          Memories which sent warning signals to my nerve endings and set my body alight. Memories which couldn't be eroded away, even with the strongest of acids. These memories are positively stuck. When I wake up from dreams of you I begin my day with thoughts of you All these tragic memories that haunt me day by day Sending shivers up my spine. Not just memories of you But memories of me My little reminders of the many pains of life The only thing that could hurt me more than you Is the pain of the memories of who I once was The things I once did And the person I will never be.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
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These memories I tried to burn from my brain by lighting          cigarette by cigarette.        Hoping that one day the smoke would cloud what memories remained of you.          Memories of you and I          Stuck in my brain          Like stars stuck to the landscape of the sky.          These memories that bring so much pain are the ones that not even the rain could wash away.          Memories which sent warning signals to my nerve endings and set my body alight. Memories which couldn't be eroded away, even with the strongest of acids. These memories are positively stuck. When I wake up from dreams of you I begin my day with thoughts of you All these tragic memories that haunt me day by day Sending shivers up my spine. Not just memories of you But memories of me My little reminders of the many pains of life The only thing that could hurt me more than you Is the pain of the memories of who I once was The things I once did And the person I will never be.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
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