Memory.
Just a recollection of the past.
Twisted, faded, and sometimes
wrong.
You have no idea how hard it is to forget.
I made me forget you.
Each dull thud, like a nail through my head.
Pulsating
beating. Alive.
And very capable of feeling.
And all I am left with... is a drab feeling of something.
Something missing, tattered, forced...
Something that belongs.
A smudged charcoal portrait of you...
A deteriorating concept of your voice. touch. and smile
No colors, nothing vibrant or alive. Like we were
Just a memory.
A recollection of the past.
Twisted, faded and
. Wrong ?
I dont recall ever being happy.
I guess... it's just in my head















Devious Comments
Comments
seems we're on the same dreary page, lol.
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Saanka
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I believe in Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
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