Me before my memories

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Little did I know that I'm still drowning in my mistakes .

 Still haunted by those memories where I tore myself to be someone I never was.

 Little did they know I tried to pick myself piece by piece in the hope that slowly but surely I'd be back with the ones I had lost.

 As they sleep I'm still breaking a little inside my mind. 

 They say forgiveness is great but why do I still feel the sting when I stand in front of them . 

 All I wanted was time but I was too late. 

 The ships have  sailed far beyond the eyes can see 
and I'm left stranded .... the me before those memories.

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