Her brain does not remember in sequence
It does not recall in order
Thoughts are scattered
Memories when triggered
Not all are bad
Many are good
It's not so much the facts
But the questions that linger
And therefore a constant maze
That has no beginning
No end
No median
But much substance
She will start in admittance
A time has come for peace
Though a remedy is beyond the reigns of the universe
No longer will she idle in confusion
She will begin to figure out who she is...
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