I Went Back Poem by Angel Hills

I Went Back



I saw the figure above me holding a bottle in his hand
I saw a tight grip on my wrist
I saw the bags of trash
I saw it all
I will not be going back to that locked chest of memories
Why did i go back

Oh that's right i wanted to see what i had forgotten
I thought they might be good memories
I was wrong

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