Writing from memory

When I write things from memory – Fresh

It weighs on me, to remember how I so regularly felt,

Straight from my real memory, I lose that step of distance between me and it.

Rather than me reading what I wrote then, and copying it down all studious,

I’m there in the awful moment where trauma put it’s foot down.

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