These memories,
Flash before my eyes,
As everyone,
Says a lie.
I cant focus,
Yet I never have,
But as I walk and look around,
I focus on these memories.
They come in flashes,
And blind me.
I can't focus,
Yet I cannot see.
These memories,
That flash before me,
Blind me,
Until I start to cry...
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