Category : Poems

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My dreams come from memories,
 I dream of people with whom I made memories.
 My mind brings back the past
 That I try to forget every time I wake up.

  Keeping my eyes open doesn't help,
 A few touches tattooed my skin on the inside,
 Leaving scars on my skin and heart, 
Bleeding with every breath... it's hard.


I recognize the faces,
 Time has not changed, 
As if not so many days have passed,
 They look the same in my memories.