Every day

Every day
there is a part of me
that takes me back
a new old-memory
comes to my head
makes me want to live the moment again
makes me happy again
makes me sad again
makes me want to kneel again
makes me want to blame again
and a few moments later
it gets lost
in my head again
and I come back to reality
building new memories again
happy and sad
to meet them in my head again
someday later
to live it again someday.

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