Past memories in my head,
I wish they would not last,
Rolling through my mind,
That has become a steel trap.
Making new memories,
That is what I do best,
It is when those happy moments
End up just like the rest.
Each day starts bright and new,
Giving a chance to stop the rain.
It flows along smoothly,
Only to end up in heartache and pain.
I need to stop remembering,
And cease the fire within.
Maybe if I give up the fight in my head,
Good and pleasant memories will finally win.
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