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hmm... i feel the need to write something...
and sophie likes when i write (:
every year passes with its memories good and bad
cherished. savoured. treasured.
it is yours but every time you peak through,
you feel like it's no longer calling for you.
every day passes and the events and recorded.
remembered. forgotten. protected.
glancing through the moments shared,
the horrors awaken and you're wishing they never existed.
hoping those material things could be lit on fire.
engulfed. burned. crushed.
a fountain of tears flood the world,
and the flame of what once existed is gone.
im going to get rid of it. no matter how much sentimental value it holds. gone.
i am not seeking care. i am not in need of comfort and attention.
i am not looking for apologies.
i am searching for enlightment. i am waiting for an oppurtunity.