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The Memory

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by Chiara Aime | via DeviantArt.com

I know it’s getting worse
When I find myself facing
Those same white walls
and hospital beds,
Hearing those
Helpless whines
and weak little cries
In the middle of the day
When my eyes are still open
And the world is still in motion..

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