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Bitter Memories
I want to hold every hand in the world
so I forget the feel of yours.
I want to smell every flower known
because it's my excuse to forget the scent of your roses.
I want to examine every person's eyes
so I forget the brown of yours.
I want to see every face created
because that's my excuse to blur your countenance.
I want to hear every sound and more
so I forget the resonance of your voice.
I want to meet every soul that ever lived
because that's my excuse to disregard your existence.
I want to experience every evil done
so I forget what it is to feel pain.
I want to start walking and not stop
because it's my excuse to never be here again.
so I forget the feel of yours.
I want to smell every flower known
because it's my excuse to forget the scent of your roses.
I want to examine every person's eyes
so I forget the brown of yours.
I want to see every face created
because that's my excuse to blur your countenance.
I want to hear every sound and more
so I forget the resonance of your voice.
I want to meet every soul that ever lived
because that's my excuse to disregard your existence.
I want to experience every evil done
so I forget what it is to feel pain.
I want to start walking and not stop
because it's my excuse to never be here again.



The sentiment is very sad, but I know exactly where you're coming from.