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Memories

They came one day
Their voices drawn
Said "little one
now come along -
We'll take your heart
and hide it deep -
so no more monsters
will try for keeps."
Memories are fled
and gone -
Lack thereof
may keep me strong.
My saving grace -
that some things fade
there is no cost
for what I've paid.

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