The answers have always been right in front of me.
I never did pay attention to detail. Unless it mattered.
Nothing does anymore. Except for a select few.
Why do i even do this to myself, baffles me even more.
Every breathing second for the last year or so,
i've let it drain me, bleed me, hurt me, scar me,
but i still let it happen, i continue to pursue it
in the vain hope that at least the slightest reaction
awakes in me a short lived glimmer.
I have to forget. Forget how it came about,
forget how and the why. Forget.
Because the memories were happy.
But the future writes a different story.
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