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Contributor: Alex Adamek

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The memories.
The good and the bad.
Fade away like morning fog.
Clearing my mind.
I am able to see clearly once again.
I can breathe.

Your face.
I can no longer piece it together.
When I picture you, it's not really you.
Only a blurred, Shape of a face.
No expression.
No feelings.
The memories, They are fading.
I can finally breathe.

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I express my feelings and experiences through poetry.
My writing is effected on how I react to subjects.
I'm quite influenced by my family and friends.


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