Illusive Memories
Reminiscing things with pain.Excluding them through the pouring rain
Knowing what is coming.
But still not running.
Knowing I have pride
Yet never cried.
Never shed a tear
Even when appalled with fear.
Letting the past go.
For something called; belief.
Here is where it all ends, my grief.
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