F.o.r.g.e.a.r.t.h.
Forgetting something is the most toughest thing
Only the good ones sting, bad ones flow.
Railing against ones memory is railing against ones self.
Great perils surely lie in the adventure.
End result may still be hostile.
After all, going against yourself is clearly hostile.
Realisation dawns, that you must live on with those memories.
Time may or may not heal it. You have to remain shielded.
Happiness, these good memories boast of; sweet pain is what they carry along.
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