My Thoughts

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Years from now I won't live in this house and someone else will some teenager will live in my room and will be sitting right where I am, will have sleepovers with they're best friend in the same room I used to, find things I left behind for them just like the people before me, part of me wants them to but part of says "no, this is my home, this is my room, this is special to me"
I wrote my name in the closet, so someone will know me even after I'm gone, so maybe I won't be entirely forgotten