I didn't realize it.
I didn't bother checking the date.
I carried on without knowing
I ignored the knawing feeling
Today was the day.
It hass been three years now.
Three years and I have wandered without feeling the prison and torture you cast upon me
Today, until I knew, surpassed the burning
Then the burning incased me whole.
Three years and I have moved
Or perhaps-
I've forgotten
The pain and scars you cursed me with
I fear the forgotten;
For then, have I really healed?
Have I survived?
Or have I just accepted?
Accepted what you have done
Have I really moved forward?
-Or just chained myself to the envitable of forgetting.
Is what I am doing really healing?
-Or just forgetting?
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your content is really relatable Is it your own story or you are telling about my life I can't see the difference