I go back to the memories. They all have you in them. We're smiling, right next to each other. Hand by hand, side by side. We said forever in our hearts. I marked your name on mine, and you yours. I loved you first. But now your a memory. Just ghosting on forgetting and remembering. You will never be mine. Although I still wish you were me. But it will never happen because I am just a memory to you.
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self harm and depression
PoetryThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.
