Some days fly by without a single thought,
Obscured by daily tasks that I must do.
How is it there are days that I cannot
Expect to find a passage safely through?
Reminded by the simplest little things,
Each time I pray that this will be the last.
I brace myself for what each mem'ry brings;
God help me, I can't breathe until it's passed.
Oft times the things that he has said and done
As foreign movies play before my eyes.
Gripped by the fear, I want to turn and run
Away from each unorthodox surprise.
I never wanted to endure it then.
Now I must somehow live through it again.
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