an ode to forgotten memories

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an ode to forgotten memories

my memories, they tend to stray away at times,

they wander off on their own,

leaving me forgetful,

clueless to what they were about,

giving me headaches as I tried to remember them,

leaving me, in an utter mess, because I have depended on them.

but as they left,

they didn't once think about me,

and what their absence would do to me,

they only knew that they were important.

so that gave them permission to do whatever they want,

with no consequences, even if it meant

they were to leave me.

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