memories
i,ve lived thru them
they live thru me
and when i need them ,they are there for me .
well worn like a favorite coat
decietful
like a lost love
they live thru me ,
and me thru them
I would shed them like snake skin
but there is nothing else
But memories
like a bathroom scale
where I was
and where i,ll never be
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