Remembering me

Remembering who i am is like remembering the night before,
Remembering all of the people i have lost in the past
is like remembering my first kiss,
Remembering our memories is like the scars that never disappear,
Remembering the times i didnt exist is like remembering,
how you let me go one day, and begged to come back the next minute,
Remembering how you told me that you would never let me go,
but instead you let our love fade away.
Remembering everything we have been through,
is utter disappointment,
everything you promised me, led into a web of useless lies,
somedays I see you in the halls,
And I ask myself “I wonder if he even remembers me…”

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