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Amnesia With Stains.

Unable to mull over these regrets,
stoke these passions, reflect
on loves, understand these hatreds,
this paralyzing fear

for I cannot remember
anything. Even so, I feel them
killing me,
screaming for me.

Let me know who I am,
where I’m going,

by showing me where
I’ve been,
please.

Let me access me.

Denied me then,
don’t shun me now.

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