her memory burns like a cigarette, still smoldering in the ashtray, stub it, grind it, twist it, bend it, break it, walk away from it, but yet, it refuses to extinguish, so here i am, living with a memory, pretending i'm alright, carrying history like a cross christ-like through the streets, bearing burdens of guilt as thorns in my crown, i would trade my remaining years for those five minutes six years ago when i was too scared to apologize and too shamed to go back... and for that i will pay cause you just wont go away....Birth sign: Libra
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