Memories are not always my friend.
Sometimes they betray who I don't
want to be but have become.
Memories sometimes lie in the end.
They can uncover the unknown
and leave a person glum.
Memories are often dangerous places;
vivid emotional minefields
which explode upon touch..
Memories leave scars and permanent traces
in places without any shields
and can feel like too much.
Memories are not always my friend.
but sometimes are a stepping stone
from where I was to home.
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