Tortured, by the memories, of what I had done, of what I didn’t do, and, those memories I’d tried, desperately, to wipe out, they just, refused, to STAY dead for some reasons.

Tortured, by the memories, of ALL the things I should’ve and could’ve done, to help someone out, but didn’t. Had I known, that my conscience wouldn’t let me rest easy, I would’ve, done a lot of things, differently, but, I hadn’t a clue, that this, would be the outcomes…

looks something like this, not my photograph…

Tortured, by the memories, how, can I, ward them off, huh?  When I open my eyes, those memories, became ghosts that continued, ot haunt me, throughout my daytime, and when i lay myself down at night, I close my eyes, and, they’re, ALL that I see in my dreams!

Tortured, by these memories, I’m thinking, that nothing in short, of an EXORCISM (and that may not even be effective either…), will help me, get RID of, ALL these, memories………

not my artwork here!

Tortured, by these memories, they won’t leave me alone, and I’m, desperately, trying, to get RID of them, they’d been, following me, for years on end now, and, I’m simply, tired, of being, tagged along.

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