I try to forget, but it is too painful to let go. I, I try, try, so I try. Why is it so hard to let go? The pain lingers as a limb's itch; itches, itches, so much aching. What is the purpose of pain? Denial of the night whose oblivion presents itself as the weakening of the shell of identity. Bursting, bursting, bursting, I am able to let go.