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Amnesia


I dressed my self in amnesia

so i didnt think of you 

and the memories hunt me

torment me at night

i buid a wall of bricks made of forgettness

so i wouldnt look at you

but the worst part of all

is i can't forget you at all

since you live in my heart and 

run through my mind

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