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Memories

In the enchanted forest
Cold hands take your fondest memories
And destroys them. 


Walking through the forest,
surrounded by haunting memories,
She jerks,
Fighting her thoughts,
swatting at bugs,
scaring herself.


Remembering her worst nightmare
She jerks.


Secrets
Seep through her cold veins,
Lies
fly towards her heart,
Not able to remember
The difference, they intertwine


She slides the knife
through her fingers.

Over and over,
Waiting for the end of her suffering of a broken heart,
once more.




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