I Do Not Wish For Memory

I was unable to notice. 

That I was cycling through voices. 

I feel like a foggy shadow. 
 
I become possessed each night as the pain hollows. 

At least I can hide in my nightmares. 

Until I awaken to my lonely tears. 

At least there is solace-

And at least there is freedom in malice. 

As the memory loosens. 

I am able to walk away from the guilt and confusion. 

Soon this time in my life will combust. 

And I will wait for trauma to deteriorate like my trust.
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