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Pain of memories
I sit here in thought of days that have passed.
I get sad, realizing all the good times I had.
I begin to contemplate of how I could relive them.
I wish and I pray my future won’t be the same.
Only to realize nothing will change.
I hate knowing good times or bad times will all become memories.
Then I will wish I could relive those again.
Just hoping I had the chance to do those all over again.
I wish I could stay in that state of eternal happiness.
Where I wouldn’t have memories.
Just times of continual happiness.
No worries, just peace of mind.
I hit the bottle every time to try to blur my memories.
To clear my mind of my insecurities.
Only knowing it will just hesitate the memories.
I sit here in thought of days that have passed.
I get sad, realizing all the good times I had.
I begin to contemplate of how I could relive them.
I wish and I pray my future won’t be the same.
Only to realize nothing will change.
I hate knowing good times or bad times will all become memories.
Then I will wish I could relive those again.
Just hoping I had the chance to do those all over again.
I wish I could stay in that state of eternal happiness.
Where I wouldn’t have memories.
Just times of continual happiness.
No worries, just peace of mind.
I hit the bottle every time to try to blur my memories.
To clear my mind of my insecurities.
Only knowing it will just hesitate the memories.