Not Forgotten

It’s a dream, let me scream out loud. Nothing compares to this moment.

I hear the laughter. It’s strange to be so indifferent.

I hold myself just to remind myself I am still alive.

What do you want from me? I am too quick to remember those times so hard to forget.

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