We live in a world where memories die with the person that holds them,
Where memories leave with the person that walked away.
So why do we keep holding on, then?
Why do we keep chasing anyway?
Why keep up the fight if the effort's only wasted?
Just accept the truth, man up and face it.
Why keep recollection of events from the past?
What's the point of memories of they don't even last?
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My Works
PoetryFilled with my poems, songs, song parodies, short stories, etc WARNING: This book is dark asf so read at your own risk. ENJOY. 😊
