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The fading of the night.
The crash of the waves.

The smell of the sea.
Saturates the air.
Carried by the breeze.

Thought after thought.
Come and go.
Like trains arriving and departing.

Memories.

Why do we have them?
What creates them?

A dual ability to heal and kill at the same time.

Often.
We wish to have a erase button.
To erase all the bad memories.

Regrets.
Are scars etched into memories.
As constant nightmares of the mistake one wish that can be undone.

But sadly.
They are there to stay.
For a lifetime.

No matter how hard one attempts to forget them.

Eventually.
Like the ghosts that they are.

They return to haunt.
Time after time.

Already my view of living.
Is getting dimmer and dimmer.

As the days progress into nights.
And vice versa.

I don't know what to do anymore.
But to silently waste away.

Bottle after bottle.
A poison to slowly dull the senses.
Until i have no more memories of who i am anymore.

Already.
Sliver has attacked my flesh.
And blood has been leaving me.
Drop by drop.

Anger constantly simmer to dangerously silent levels.

Tick tock.
Tick tock.

The self destruct timer has started.

Before i depart.

I just want to say.

Adieu.
Mon ami.