The thought of being lost, unseen,
Of fading away, disturbs me deeply.
I long to be acknowledged, but why?
I can't explain, yet still, I try.
One day, when I vanish into thin air,
Will my name dissolve with the breeze?
Will I be remembered for the things I've said,
Or will people forget me entirely?
Will I live on in forgotten whispers,
A trace of me that no one cares about?
People will forget me soon,
Am I the long-lost melody no one hums?
The forgotten eraser tucked away?
The instructions no one bothered to read?
I don't want to lose myself to fate,
To be unseen, overlooked, erased.
Yet,
My name may fade from stone,
And the world will keep moving,
As I quietly disappear.
But still,
In the hearts I've touched,
And the places I've been,
Though they may forget me,
My soul will endure.
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The Sadness With The Light Of Hope
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