Inside my mind, there's an archive built,
Where memories of past, present, and future tilt.
A storehouse of thoughts, both good and bad,
That shape my daily thinking, happy or sad.
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The walls are high, and the doors are locked,
A hasty effort to keep painful times docked.
A place to hide away memories I'd rather not see,
A sanctuary of sorts, where my mind can be free.
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But through the gaps and holes, the struggles seep,
The waves of pain and hurt begin to creep,
They try to hold my mind in their tight grip,
And through the archives, they start to slip.
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I try to push them back, to keep them at bay,
But they persist, and they won't go away,
The memories I thought were safely locked,
Are breaking free, and I'm being shocked.
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The positive and negative, both intertwined,
A battle of emotions, within my mind,
The archive was built in a haste,
And now the struggles I must face.
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But I know I'll get through it, I'll find a way,
To keep the struggles at bay, day by day,
I'll heal the gaps and mend the holes,
And keep my mind, my heart, and my soul.
