It happens every so often
On a drive home
On a little walk down the old lane.
Sometimes I picture myself on a plane.
I'm insane, for wanting back memories
I'll never remember again.
That trip down memory lane,
The memories are fading,
It's interesting to say the least.
How things can trouble me
so little
And too much
Like how I forget the important things,
But remember the most vexatious ones
They've been stolen by the fog.
Those precious things that cut me deep,
Because I was happy.
Are now gone.
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Just Kinda Wanna Die ❤️
PoetryPoems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
