And some days I'm just not
Every day's a colander
Straining everything I've got
The memories just keep coming
But some days I feel every one
Like ghosts no longer there
I could write each one down
Make poems that would last
But there's no longer any point
Why put myself through that?
I can feel the tears inside my soul
But I never let them fall
It doesn't matter anymore
And it never did, at all
So perhaps I'm getting better
Maybe I'm even healed
Or am I the champ of hide and seek
From everything I feel?
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