Get it out
These memories which plague your mind
Light them up
So they burn away into time
Format your soul
Writing over all the old
Becoming something new
Forgetting all that made you, you
And maybe, just maybe
The pain will forge you into something
That finds a reason to go on
Maybe.
It’s currently just a theory
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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