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Friday, February 04, 2022

I followed the string, of memories, to where it all began. Times gone but never forgotten, memories come to me now, memories of when I heard their voices in my head as I was in bed trying to forget the day I just had.

I dig through the ashes of a life of torment, finding clues to my isolation over the years, finding I’ve been ostracized all of my life, not wanted around because I’m different than them.

Time like a maze of memories, I keep finding things misplaced along the way.

I follow the string of memories to those days I looked forward to my dreams at night, their voices silenced for the night.

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