Aim high, for
your memories might fall.
And the sadness, ohー
how it may enthrall.
Memories are like a door,
Your mind holds to store.
Some are good;
treasured earnestly.
Some are bad;
Sooner forgotten, for all eternity.
Some are filled with ecstasy;
though the mind oft keeps these hidden.
And some are grief stricken,
they hold the mind like a prison.
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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
