As I close my eyes every night
Those memories and pictures -
play around in my head
They are fractured and disintegrated.
But then in every night
I am in dilemma -
whether I should
integrate back those memories
or disintegrate them into nothing.
It is always the night
Where I am not sure of -
that I had ever been of.
And in those nights
I wonder myself
But inside my heart
I am tough -
as I have never left,
or been left.
And it will always be like that,
every night, until I fall asleep.
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