what is left of memmmories that have gone by from here. what is left to know that i haven't tried for here is my memmory take from it if you can what is left of it the words are weaking in sickness of lifes breaking fraile sands of nothingness regreting what is known only so much that i can become in this way i am contained i cant help it if you dont understand me i cant hear you when i dont understand you its so obvious what we are talking about here what is not supppose to be taken is less than 3