Time has passed and I'm still here fascinated by these memories I recall standing in this room.
Though I know everything dies after some time, I can't help wondering if anyone will remember me. Will I leave something behind that will be helpful and meaningful?
Just like these family that lived here, they couldn't have known if I came here someday and found things that belonged to them. It's like I can get to know them, even if it's just a little bit.
So that means they left something behind.
I wonder if I can do the same thing...
Anyway, what I know is that I can't live thinking about dying and I can't die without living.
So I'm going to live. I'm going to make memories so I can remember other people. I'll do the same so people will remember me.
I want to leave something behind Something powerful... Something that will make a person live like I did. I want someone to remember me.
What I want to leave behind is a memory.
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Poems
PoetryEmotional and expressive poems that I wrote. Some of them are heartbreaking, some of them are happy, some are just powerful.
