I can forget where my bobby pins are, or keys, or even forget to bring my phone to work sometimes. But why the hell can't I forget the awful things that they did?
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The Echo Of Inner Voices
PoetryNope. Na-ah. Don't read this. This is just a silly writing prompts out of despair, loneliness, anger, joy, self-love and so on. It means, these are just random thoughts that popped in my noggin and I don't want to bore you, but I also hit "Publish"...
Forget
I can forget where my bobby pins are, or keys, or even forget to bring my phone to work sometimes. But why the hell can't I forget the awful things that they did?
