Hymns of Hate and Memorandum

Oh well

It’s just like me

to want

to romanticize

the time that hurt the most

Have I learned nothing?

You’re only

a survivor

if you don’t go running back

Come on, self

let that dream die

in your wake

we have to keep moving forward

it smells like death back there

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