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When memory goes

All that's left is emotion

A very dangerous terrain

Could ruin your saneness


Trying to win the loss

Reviving what's been gone

Holding back the resisting

Caging what wants to be free


Trouncing away the torment

Repudiating the fondness

Staring dreadfully at the ceiling

Carrying empty feelings


Consumed with pettiness

Having a finite hope

But infinite doubt and loathing

Gone to the downfall


Trying to calm the storm

Controlling the unruly beasts

Going in the circle of nowhere

Achingly hoping for something new


As the moon rises

And the darkness descend

We aim for the sun

And the light to soar


But in the darkness

We learn to love the moon

And began to abhor the sun

As it represents a new day to end

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