You wanted to be special
You wanted to be happy
You wanted everyone to look at you the same way they look at others
But then you're not going to be special
My child if I have to tell you one thing and one thing only before I go
Do not forget your identity
Do not forget where you came from
I cannot stress this enough
I will miss you but you need to remember the people that have helped you the most
You need to remember to not make them proud
Do not make other people proud
Make yourself proud
Make yourself be known in your own way
That is how you're going to be special
That is how you're going to be happy
I died because I thought I couldn't make anyone happy
I thought I wasn't special
Don't make the same mistake I did
My sweet poor innocent little baby
In a few years from now you'll truly know what had happened to me
And when you do
You have every right to be mad at me
But I beg of you to please follow your heart
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Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
