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History


My life is like the land;

Things everchanging,

people coming and going.

Nothing remains the same.

There will always be landmarks.

There will always be memories.

I will forgive, but never forget.

There is so much history.

Some know. Some don't.

Some will forget. Some will remember for the rest of their life.

There will always be someone who know the true story.

But as time goes on, it will be altered. 

The story will live on,

but there will be nonbelievers.

Things will be forgotten adn misplaced.

Things will be left out on purpose.

Just remember, there are the ones that have lived through history.

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