Dear flashbacks,
You haunt my dreams, make me remmber things that our lock away so deep in my mind that I'd drown before I could reatch them.
Make me remmber bits and peaces of that night that I hoped to never know, things I never thought I'd half to know.
You give me peices of things, that just dont fit right, without the rest there's know way I'll ever find out the truth.
I'm the only one that knows the truth and you
YOU ARE READING
The letters that were
PoetryGo to the secound wooden tile near my old wooden desk and go striaght on till you hear the creak and there you'll find the letters...
