The Dirt Beneath My Feet

The Dirt Beneath My Feet

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A bad memory is like dirt you have at the bottom of your foot. It's very annoying, yet sad at the same time. Forgetting a bad memoir may be difficult, but talking it out, or writing it may help a little. That is why I wrote this poem. To help you all with my best ability.
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You think you know a person fairly well...until you're asked about they're past life, past romances, things they're proud of, and things they regret. When nothing comes to mind, you soon realize you don't know that person at all. All you know is what they have told you, and you may not remember all of that. But you don't always have to hear it from them. You could always read from something they'd thought you'd never see. Trailer to the side, made by: IHeartEditing1234

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