There are parts of your memory
You want to rub away
If they weren't there
You'd not have to bear
So much of pain
But then you think about it
Every pain has a good memory associated
and you think, no!
How can I let it go?
How would I feel if its not there?
If its not part of me?
How would I live
If I never knew that?
and in all this thought process,
I, once again accept all the pain and misery
Because I'm afraid of the pain and misery
On the other side!
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