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I am haunted by the memories of what we use to be...
Written by@JWorthy25

Stress

Am I running from the truth or escaping a prison of lies? When I look in the mirror I do not recognize what greets me. I am haunted by the memories of what we use to be.

Your words, like shackles, permanently burned into my memory. The weight is threatening to drown me. The stress has me losing touch with reality. I am unable to remember who I use to be.

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