Found…

Conversations.

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Knock, knock.

I opened the door.

Can I enter your life?

I let them in.

Give me your hand.

So I gave it.

Let me enter your memories.

So I let you in.

What’s wrong?

I want you out.

You want me gone?

Yes.

…They are gone.

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You want them back?

Yes.

But you asked them to leave?

I know, but they aren’t gone.

What do you mean?

They are the poison in my memories.

You can not erase memories, nor can you expect things to be the same.

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It was a lie.

Yes it was.

But there was truth there wasnt there?

Yes, there was.

I wish I could understand.

You do understand.

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They make no sense to me.

Should they make sense?

Yes…no…I dont know.

Everything will be alright. Somethings aren’t meant to be understood.

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So what happen?

We said what needed to be said.

Are you okay?

I feel like I said goodbye to the poison, but when it was gone I felt like it was the antidote.

It’ll feel like that.

I know. It always does.

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How long does it take?

How long does what take?

For this feeling to stop.

What are you feeling?

Confusion.

Give it a few days.

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How have you been?

Good, alot better, great.

Good to hear.

Still confused?

I always will be.

Ha. Somethings never will change.

Guess not.

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- Bilal Mian

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