Memories fade but will return
They come back to jar and shake you
The past trauma resurfaces
Pain forgotten reopens wounds
Feeling mentally unstable
Do I belong here anymore?
Does anyone care that I’m here?
My self-image has been shattered
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 
Memories have that uncanny ability to hit you in the gut as if the event happened in that moment instead of years ago.
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