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Maybe, Forget Me Not,

Is carved into my wrist;

Etched in the bone

With my marrow seeping

Through torn flesh.

So when I die

And my skin is no more

I can still remind everyone

That I exist, that I am real;

That I cant bare to be forgotten.

Not again.

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