Memories The rain drench the wretched
The wind hints at a fate quite unpleasant
The crows laugh at me as I walk
In the unfamiliar familiar
Memories peck at me like a knife
My heart filled with stab wounds
What have I done to be cursed?
What is this place like hell?
All I ever known was blood and tears
What flower have I wilted
What war have I started
This place murders my soul
Am I really...
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