Broken Photograph

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All that’s left is a torn photograph
Before I found all the discoveries
Where I was absorbing all our sacred memories and pain
Now anything barely remains
Again, I go over it and try to explain to my brain
Why so many ugly memories I retained
I look at the photograph and my mind goes insane
I tore the image to refrain myself from continuously staining myself with pain
A feeling which once was so intense now feels plain
I got tired of the complaining
I wasn’t maintaining, I wasn’t gaining
The memories were too much, I could no longer sustain it
Broken pieces, that’s all that’s remaining

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