Cursed with the perfect memory.
Words and actions I can't unsee.
Branded in for perfect clarity.
Perpatual pain reminding me.
And every night as I lie in bed.
Entire scenearios replayed in my head.
Tears can't blur or distort the mental play.
Crystal clear images never fade away.
Can't shut it off or turn away.
Misery's companion every day.
Locked in a vault in my mind.
Hidden place I cannnot find.
But if I could, I'd carve it out.
Leave no residue of regret or doubt.
I'd chose a life of incompentancy.
To gain a sliver of sanity.
Perfect memory equals tormenting pain.
Attempts to lessen or forget in vain.
Twists around, warping mentality.
Deforms and perverts reality.
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