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Amnesia
Beyond the thoughts that cludder my mind the past that was now behind. No more anger and no more pain. So much to linger yet none left a stain. What is has been, but now gone always will be again, because its a spawn. Days that were dreamed as the nights that have followed comes the ways that seemed as if the frights became so deeply hollowed. Prepare thyself to be forgotten. Amnesia once more my mind becomes lost in.
