the want to be everywhere, do everything, meet everyone
torn between towns, countries, homes
torn between friends and memories and mistakes
a helpless feeling of total agony
destroys the mind and tears at the soul
keep the thoughts of the good times and the bad far, far away
destroy them completely, don't leave a trace
missing the love and the hate and the feelings
should you end it all or cast it all out
why are we cursed to remember
falling, sinking we can't go back
it's a desperation worse than death
a form of hell, it's hopeless
block it all out somehow soon
i'm torn

-Eric S


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