I always wonder what it would feel liketo be nothingto be deadWill I be remembered again and againOr will I be forgotten like the many people in history?Will they regret their choices of words, favorites, and actions?Or will they believe it was something else?I will never know, I can only guess
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this was written sometime between June and July when i was inactive for about a month or so
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Confused Days
Poetry~ Confusion helps when I'm sad. It takes my mind off it. I drift off to sleep, And all I see is darkness ~ Poems that I can't find homes for ~ 'Days' series updated every two days
