the memories i have here won't leave me alone
every day i wake up thinking
THIS WILL BE THE DAY
that i'll be set free
to walk (or fly)
from here.
but my memories are like
roots entrenched in the mucky clay,
mingled with new karmas
i've created in friendships
with the ghosts that are also trapped here.
eternity is made of memories.
i wish i had created better ones...
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