One day when I forget my own name I want to remember those good ol days & feel like my life wasn't for nothing & even if nothing happens afterward & we never come back to this I want to believe that my work here my time here wasn't a waste & even if it was I want to believe I did some good even if it wasn't groundbreaking or earth shaking or magnificent by any standard & I just want to believe that all the people that have ever met me don't hate me & that I did my best to help everybody I could even when I felt lost & I want to thank them for putting up with me & I don't want to be scared because there's nothing after the heart stops but I just hope I did the right thing
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Poetry Book 4
Poesíahello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
