Even I

am scared

of my own blog.

The small act of picking up the pen

and pouring down my feelings

brings about buried emotions

that once killed me with pain,

the illusions and dreams

that never were,

this intense love

that never goes away.

One thing is to remember

and a very different thing

is the constant drilling of those memories.

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