People say memories are good things!
memories are nothing more than knifes in your life,
cutting deep into you.
Some are so bad they leave scars into your soul
some are so good you fall to sleep to them.
Mine are glass shards cutting me into ribbons
The Memories are the dreams not lived but the
scars that make me who I am.

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