The Forgotten Memory
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Last published Sat, Aug 29, 2015
Will you still love me when I’m not found and beautiful?
Of course you won’t… life works that way, you are born, u live a nice life and u die. thats the way its supposed to go I guess, its sad, but true, and no matter how many people you touch you will end up disappearing!
You cant just go against nature, or can you? obviously not! don't be stupid! how old are you? 12? Should i just start my story? I guess I should….. So, here we go…
It was a a mild night , not too cold, not too warm, just right! My house was full of light and people, you could here from miles away the laughters and giggles, my moms partyes were always the best, everyone who was someone would attend those long night partys, I wasn't one of those people, just a small child who dreamed of dancing the whole night through… The lights were so many colors, and all those different dresses, the most beautiful people would appear on these nights. My Father would spend the night beside my Mother and dancing with her, she would smile and dance along side him, I would just watch everything from the top of the long white stoned staircase in the middle of our grand entrance, the walls were white with small antique round golden designs just the way my mother liked , in fact, everything was the she wanted it to be, even the door knobs… the house had 6 bedrooms, her lucky number, each bathroom had it’s own unique different characteristic, the Kitchen was enormous and had more light then the rest of the house, the pool had to be round so she wouldn't get depressed over the fact the pool had and end, with all this house planning she somehow skipped the back yard, which was always so sad and abandoned , I felt so sorry for it , I feel like nothing deserves to be forgotten… Or I used to Anyway…..
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