Memories

May 22, 2024

1 min read

By Harivarshine

A barbed wire wrapped around my heart;

That’s what memories feel like.

They surface from the grave to haunt me

They hit me hard and hurt me good

I get lost in the past

The way back feels like heaven

But this existence is an endless torment

And healing is never an option.

By Harivarshine

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