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My Memory
As I scream aloud nobody hears but my memory. Absorbing every last sound, in return, taking my anguish away and giving me comfort back, for the memory is my pillow, where I rest my restless mind, the shell around ready to crack at the sign of any further pressure...so I breathe, take in the world and relax. I lay my hollow shell down to meet back with my memory, hoping the two can put it all back in and make sense of the world outside of this room.
