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As I get older …

As I get older …

The memories

become more painful

 

you would think…

 so far from the source

that they would have faded to a

dot.

 

But they shine brighter …

Than the first inflicted blows

 

Like a mosquito

Bloated on blood

Saving themselves

 

Til now

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