My memories are haunting.
I almost feel like those years of my life are not my own.
Like I'm simply remembering someone else's experiences.
Every time I think about it
I think, "That couldn't have possibly happened to me."
But the thing is, it did.
It did happen to me.
These memories?
They are mine.
No matter how much I try to forget.
Or how hard I wish they weren't there.
Each event is a part of my past.
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