Those lost, memories, became, parasites, and your mind, became, their, new-found, home…
A host of, lost, memories, our minds became, and, those lost memories are all that’s, keep us going, and yet, it’d, caused us, to get, stuck, indefinitely.
A host, of, lost memories, this, is what you’d, become, those lost memories of the times that were way better than it is now, they are, staying, in your mind, making you, long, for that, already, gone past, and so, you got, trapped…
parasites like this…
A host of, lost memories, that, is what you’d, become, what I was once, too, too long ago, only, only I’d, broken free, from the chains of these, lost memories that’s, bound me, I’m now, free from every, last one of them.
While you, you’re now, STUCK, with these, parasites, because, you willingly, became, a host of, all those, lost days of, the past, that felt, way better, than the reality of things, and you will, NEVER get out, from this, vicious cycle you got, sucked into, and no, it’s still, NOT my responsibilities, to save you, for I, shall, NEVER risk my own self, getting sucked into, that vortex, that, whirlpool, again.
Life, the Obstacle Course 