i know
that people are often asked
"how do you
want to be
remembered?"
begrudgingly
we answer,
we are not infinite
and even though in the
writing of this, we are
trying to convince ourselves
otherwise, attempting to
leave our scar
on the world,
WE remember:
you have
no right
to remember us,
we were never yours.
we may have been
lost
but we never
asked to be
found.
we are simply
real.
and when has real
ever
been remembered?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryarrangements of 26 letters that i hope may affect you in some way or another. aka drabbles from my brain. (lowercase intended)
