Today we looked at old poems about people's memories of there time in school, they were beautiful, i smiled at them because I loves the writing, but I also smiled to stop myself from crying because all the memories came back up. It's not aging that scares me, its being asked years from now if I know you, and for all the memories to come flying back, only for me to give a sad smile and say I used too. And that's enough to make me want to go to my bed and lie
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(New update soon, I'm also considering posting some poems and stories I wrote, should i?)
(I've been busy)
I hope your having a good day. <3