Memories Huant Me. - Poem by Amy Kerswell
My memories huant me.
They kill me inside.
Now they've killed me in the flesh aswell.
They wouldnt leave me alone never.
Always there in my waking hour.
Dragging me down to my knees.
Making me look a desperate mess.
I wish I could of controlled them.
But they controlled me.
Controlled my every move.
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