Amnesia, suicide, and other things

I will disappear into the air
the trauma of the humans
in the shadows
and the kiss of suicide
Perhaps them won't even notice
but it won't matter 
None of this will matter because after all
it will be just like amnesia 
to me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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