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My memories, are like concave feelings.

Barely there, just moments, fleeting.

As though it happend to somebody else,

As though I had worn another one’s face.

You stole my pride, my love, my life.

So I promised that never again, shall I.

Be broken, bitten, punched or shoved.

But now I find myself, too empty to love.