3 times they play in my mind.

3 times different, 0 times the same.

I try to figure it out. I try to pray to know.

I want to know, but I do not.

I want to have memories to share. 

I guess I can choose, I guess I can pick the best…or worst.

I guess I can choose to believe what I want.

I do not know, I do not understand.

Why did you do this to me?

Why do you deny what I say to this day?

I tell you and you change the subject…

You brush it off like it is nothing…



Everything that is me!

My motivations, my dreams, my future, my smile, my tears, my fears…

But I do not know them.

3 times they play in my mind.

3 times differently, 0 times the same.


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