A time capsule of memories,
Rattling with emotions,
Hidden under a pillow of shame,
What will the neighbors say if they find out?
I don’t want to talk about it,
This is not for the phone,
You’re making me look like a monster,
You said, these words became mantras.
I had to unbecome you to emerge as my true self,
To chart my journey in a life you did not approve of, I did not care.
These memories, like core lines of code, take a lifetime to defeat,
I’m not broken, but my cracks do sometimes show.
Wow, Ophir sounds deep and interesting
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