Who's Memory?
I will let my memory fail me nowBecause I don't have to believe in failure
Or that it even has a name
Regret is a waste of space
Along side of anxiety and frustration and whatever clutters the mind at night
I am separated from my experiances of choice
And I can see timing like a view from the clouds
Shards of glass
Or pieced together articles
All about this one girl
So far away
posted by Unknown @ 8:13 PM
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