Memories.

 

She thought about all the memories that went by so quickly

Her cheeks were stained with tears.

How would she get over this pain?

It seemed impossible.

Impossible to overcome the pain that struck her chest every time she thought of him.

The pain that captured her and sent her into a never ending round of hysteria.

She was sure it was never going to end.

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[poetic soul]

the last line hit so hard!!! life is worse off than hell when memories start haunting you day and night and you know, its a never ending game.... lovely piece... no critics! :)

Regards,
Poetic Soul