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It's true. It is painful. I lie about that part to a lot of people. I leave it out when asked the familiar question.
The suffering comes when, no matter how hard to I run or try to distract myself, they still find me. The memories. I am forced to live them. They slip in the silence, suddenly, you are on my mind. Sometimes they repeat themselves over and over and over again. I can't write it out. I don't want to remember them. That hurts. Where moments that were once what I cherished have turned into thorns. Yeah, It hurts.
The suffering comes when, no matter how hard to I run or try to distract myself, they still find me. The memories. I am forced to live them. They slip in the silence, suddenly, you are on my mind. Sometimes they repeat themselves over and over and over again. I can't write it out. I don't want to remember them. That hurts. Where moments that were once what I cherished have turned into thorns. Yeah, It hurts.