Without permission nor care
Stones around my ankles
Shackled bound with blood
Numbed by the icy waters
Cut straight to the bone
Pain is naught
Past its threshold and limits
Stored in a dungeon
Thrown over a cliff
Buried in the grave
Emptied from the mind
Think not. Think less.
Think good. Think bad.
Oh memories, please
Think of me. Go.
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