To all copies that lie behind be.
To The memories soon to be overwritten.
You keep me in this crooked daze that soon will be forgiven.
The many faces I've created. Have you become one?
A hollow shell Of what myself comprised of what I become.
Why do you talk to me, why you you remind me?
The memories I left behind.
Now that I am free, now that I can be me.
Why do I hold tightly to these younger minds.
I am Not justified, nor was I ever
Yet it helped me survive the endeavor.
They were reasons to live, But left me weak.
Now here I exist, Alive but unable to speak.
To All the copies behind me
To the memories that have been overwritten.
I still here your echoing voices, Just know that you've been forgiven.