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dammit.
So, I tried to write something... but I think it's just trash.... but I'll share it anyway. Maybe I shouldn't ... I'm sorry if it's too intense.
I didn't title it... because it doesn't even really seem like a poem...
Tears rolled down her cheeks And out of the side of her eye she saw her cat wince
and she felt that old familiar pain... remembering how her mother used to cry into her pillow at night and the promise she made even as a child - to herself - to never hurt young children... to never cause them to worry, like that
She began to cry even harder and wondered if she'd ever stop making messes she couldn't clean up
Funny how memories come back at the least opportune moments... when a person thinks they've successfully locked them up. Instead, the memories seem to go on a wild rampage like an escaped convict on the middle of the night
The old cough syrup begins to work and she is so relieved.... some pain is more agonizing than others some memories should never be allowed to come back...
If there could be a way... to forget tonight
to forget completely...
she would.
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