The Memories
They're coming after me. I try to hide, but they always find me. Even in the darkest
corner, I'm not safe. The thoughts of what they'd do to me, nearly drive me
insane. I am not afraid of them, I am terrified of them. I don't know what to do.
How do I escape them? How do I free myself of them for good? They have found
a way to tear at my heart. A way to enter my mind. If they find me, I'll be forever
doomed. I can't allow them, the memories of my past, to break my soul.
Copyright © Zainab Allen | Year Posted 2008
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