Past
I think at once that I like the pace
That memories are forced to take.
But they never form unmolested
Leaving the past obfuscated.
Sometimes I think my past obliterated and the present infested
But it is in fragments that I must chase.
Each one inside a person that hides for my sake.
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Love your internal rhyme and word choices !
Thank you so much!