Sometimes

Sometimes I forget who I am and all the terrible things I have experienced.

I forget because I’m tired of being sad.

I’m tired of it all driving me mad.

Sometimes it is easy to forget tragedy.

Some people never forget.

Yet, I try to forget all the misery and failures too.

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Suzanne Marie Punch, aka "Zaina Starr

Suzanne Marie Punch, aka "Zaina Starr

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