When it comes it rapes us of our felicity.
It leaves us alone like a crow in a field.
It strips us of all our joy.
It is just a thought but it takes mountain before it leaves.
It deprive us of all our satisfaction.
It asphyxiate all our feelings.
It only leaves us with their etch in our hearts.
It's a monster cause it haunts us of all our bliss.
It comes with a sweer hole feeling.
And that is known other than!
MEMORIES.
©ayshabarew
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