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Thursday, February 21, 2019

Thinking of Me

When every corner of the Earth is bombed,
would you ever think of me?
When you are alone and cant find your home,
would you look around for trees?
I know I am a simple speck,
in your thought filled mind.
All I ask is you to remember me,
and remind, that you left me all behind.

Everything that I once wished for,
No longer mattered through these eyes.
And all at once I realized I was fine.
Your image was leaving my mind.
I was over things and especially you.
Late nights I spent to sleep alone.
I dont chase any ghosts no more,
I'd rather die than be alone.

Remember me

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