There will be days where I cannot do anything but remember
There will be days where my memories will be used against me
They will remind of times
People who were gone too early; by choice or not
They will remind of times
That I was gone while still alive
They will remind of times
I wanted to be gone and survived
I am not my memories anymore
I know they were real for me then
But I am still real now
and now is where I want to stay
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