I am a memory

I am a memory
A fraction of what I used to be
Etched in my arm in blue ink
A label, not a name, from the Nazis
Unwanted, now forever apart of me

Merely a number, now its my name
Six digits counting, tis not the same
God says to love, but I want to blame
I murder in my heart, and then bear the weight
Of the shame

I am a memory
I cannot change
If they forget me
A memory I’ll remain

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