Dear Younger Me

Dear Younger Me,

Remember all those conversations we used to have?

And remember them walls?

Them walls were once memories. 

What if them memories conspired into black masses of space?

And what if them black masses spawned into a conflict that will soon

ruin YOU and YOUR future. 

Please just remember that what you do NOW

will effect what happens in YOUR FUTURE.

This poem is about: 
Me

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