Memories
l look at the spider webs in the corner of the room
I see the broken picture frames and fumes
Feel the wet pillow cases
Hear the cries of mother at night
But there is nothing I can do but fight
I try to grab her
Then I suddenly awake with an ake
Just a dream I think
Until I see the damp clothes stained with blood
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