All The Time
Today. Tomorrow. Yesterday. A week. A month. A year. A decade. Forever. I will always remember how many times I've messed up. How many times I've been an Idiot. How many times I've been a jerk. How many times I've wanted to kill myself. How many times I've put myself down. How many times someone else has put me down. How many times I've been called names. I'll remember. My brain will replay the moments over and over again, not letting me forget. Making me want to cry and crumble into a million pieces. Torn into small pebbles people step on as they walk down a street. Why can't I forget? Why do I have to remember? Just why? Why? Is it Because I'm a bad person? But hasn't everyone done something bad? Even if it's the smallest thing. Everyone had messed up somehow in someway. But why do we have to remember? It's like our brains are torturing us. So I'll always remember. Whether it's today, tomorrow, yesterday, a week, a month, a year, a decade, or forever.
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