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These memories, like sharpened Razors;

Come slicing through my mind.

Wish I could find a way to hide.

Don't want to relive the past;

Because the past is far behind.

Want to look forward to living life;

Without these wounds reopening.

The scars will be here to remind;

Me of the hurtful things I did;

While the Monster dwelled inside.

Stitch the wounds, and cut the thread;

Close my eyes, I'm blind.

These memories, like sharpened Razors;

Come back into my mind...