Faded Memory
I always dreamed
that when I died
I would rest
Though somehow
Now I see
That it's not for the best
To lose my real body
To lose my own self
And become just a thought
Like everyone else
I always knew
That people don't hold on
Tight to the people that matter
And now that I'm here
I realize my fear
Was that I would fall way too fast
I lose what I thought
I lose what I love
And I lose all the things I believed
Because now that I'm gone
Only a memory
I know things weren't what they seemed
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