"Is this a remembering thing?" I asked him. He didn't nod; but he knew I hit the jackpot.
I wanted to cry. Cry for him; cry for this predicament. Cry and tell him all of my deepest fears; but theirs this voice that I don't completely understand, that knows he won't care, but there's still a slim chance that he might.
"I just want to be remembered, for something, y'know? Even if it's just one or two people, just something that I did or accomplished that left a mark. Even if it was joining the army for this god forsaken Country; is still do it."
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)
