Poetic Musings, Stream of Thought

Detox

What’s been held in my system is an overflowing time capsule of bittersweet memories corrupted by catastrophe.

For as much aa I have distanced, they’ve pursued with persistance as mind-twisting distortions of a life once carefully crafted.

Would that I could just process and move beyond – instead of being forced to experience the losses over and over.

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