Memories It was all too hard the first time; it kept me working to bury it over and over and deeper and deeper. I never even saw it sneakin' up. I guess it just did, like a boa that started squeezing until I couldn't breathe. Do whatever it takes to lose myself until I can breathe again and the demons are back at rest. Spending my whole life afraid to make new memories.
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