Is It Still Funny?
How funny is it that we forget
Only the things that we need to remember
And never the things we wish we don’t?
I forget about my mother’s birthday,
But I remember the day my father almost murdered my mother
After stumbling home drunk
I forget where I left my car keys,
But I remember the day I found out my uncle rammed his car into a tree
By the police coming to my door at 7:31AM
I forget the names of old friends,
But I remember the day you told me
That I was worthless
Funny how that works, right?
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