Whose Memories Are These?

Loosely I grab hold,

to the things i know.

I try to be so bold,

and yet i can't let go.

I can't let go of my memories,

good and bad,

supressed and free.

I keep reading over my diaries,

thinking who is this? who is she?

who am I, to this world?

do I mean anything?

or am i just another girl?

With a shattered heart

and a broken soul,

I don't know what I want,

but I don't feel whole.

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