To remember. To forget.
It's my own release,
watching the words come on the screen.
My stories where I am most prideful,
Where I remember the painful.
Where the things I may never tell another
Pop up and I see
Every moment,
Like from someone else's dream.
Word by word,
They no longer belong to me.
They are someone else's memories
And
For a moment
I am free.
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