Flashes of images,
of real life scenarios,
of a past that replays in my mind,
my memories.
Troubled is my soul,
or maybe the past is hunting me.

That street seems dark when I walk by,
but I can see myself bright in the distance.
Me and you sitting on the chair in the yard where you once lived,
and your arms wrapped around me.
The passion of teenagers in love,
that's the most trusted and innocent love there is.

Why can I see the past so clear?
And who is watching me.
How can I embrace my future,
if I'm being hunted by my past?
Trapped between two dimensions
of the past and present .
A fight with myself of what's real or what isn't.

The company of reality sometimes awakes me,
he motivates my knowledge,
and shows me that in the end,
it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
And the terror called memories,
was determined that I relive them all.
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