Would it be better if we had no memories? All we can do is live in the moment, having no worries about these mental images that have become a torment. How did you move on? Did you erase the memories? Did you find a way to make enemies with yourself?

I could not use another to fill this void so pain became a choice. Thoughts have become my fear, and words have become my tears; I got tired of crying, and I could no longer hear myself no matter how much I yelled, so thoughts became the embodiment of words.

I could no longer recognize myself because I became the "self" that watches myself; nothing made sense until I embraced the blissfulness of ignorance and it set me free. Nothing seems real, yet thoughts and pictures of you remain the same. I was broken beyond words so I became the words.
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