I'm really-
Just-
Missing things..
Today.
Missing..
Places-
People.
Smells-
Sights.
But mostly..
I miss-
The memories.
The ones-
That I know..
I'll never-
Forget.
And sometimes-
I'm not sure..
If that is-
A good thing..
Or if..
It's not.
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The Words of a Person
PoesieMy words. Typed. As if- They could ever be called- Neat. *WARNING* Life is fucked up- So I guess I am too.