Memories
My brain
harbors memories;
Or what I
think are memories.
Some blurred
Others are
vivid and clear as if it was yesterday.
Memories
make me up
The same
way cells do;
Each different
from the rest,
Yet still
connected.
Memories
make me up.
I have transformed
but they
Remain the
same.
Some are
deep down deranged
Others are
happy hopeful
Like the
indication of God
Memories
are me.
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