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A Torn Fabric of Memories
The black holes in my mind, never to be cleared
All light tried to shine, into a vacuum it disappears
Is the fate of my mind to have memories seared?
Does the emptiness hold nightmares my younger self feared?
Why is it that my memories fade before eighteen?
And fogginess and grey on top of shadows is what's seen?
What's caught in the moments is stuck in-between
The mysteries of my brain, an unknown machine
If I went back in time to my scared younger soul
And stepped in front of the monsters of old
Would I be able to protect her, from such burdened toll?
Or would my mind still be lost down that same endless hole?
Can the demons that tortured me ever be tamed?
Destroyed and forgotten, never to become named?
The thoughts in my head leave my heart inflamed
Such despicable beasts deserve to be left maimed
Trapped between the defined present and past
Is where my dying innocence is killed at last
Can the weight of trauma ever be surpassed?
Or are all of my fading efforts simply outclassed?
Perhaps one day I'll be made whole once more
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