Memories, cold and dead in the still of the night,
lost to the shadows, to the demons of the night.
Memories, like a thorn of steel dug deep within my flesh,
deep enough to make return of the pain again.
Memories, that which rip and tear at the soul,
digging 'way, digging deep within my soul.
Memories, cold and dead in the still of the night.
xoXoxDanniexoXox Community Member 
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