Its strange that people
are capable
of storing memories
about you
that you have since forgotten.
I have this one friend who tells me things about myself that I never knew.
Be it a story I told or a joke I pulled.
I was quite the jester.
It weirds me out that there are people who hold memories of me
be it fond be it
friendly.
I made an impact,
somewhere.
At some point in time.
I think he remembers so much about me because we were best friends once.
I feel like I have betrayed a lot of people.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
Its strange that people
are capable
of storing memories
about you
that you have since forgotten.
I have this one friend who tells me things about myself that I never knew.
Be it a story I told or a joke I pulled.
I was quite the jester.
It weirds me out that there are people who hold memories of me
be it fond be it
friendly.
I made an impact,
somewhere.
At some point in time.
I think he remembers so much about me because we were best friends once.
I feel like I have betrayed a lot of people.
Today has been rough.
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