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Almost drowned
in the river Lethe,
memories twisting
and haunting me
soul remembering
instead of fading
to the forgotten.
I wonder now, why this
is what I’m caught in.
A tangled mess of past,
dreams, and uncertain
My soul screaming for
some sort of release,
or peace, shit even
a cease; fire. Buried
within me burning brightly
at what might be possible.
anything my soul again
screams. Anything, as
long as I don’t forget
what I’ve been thru
and seen.

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