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Mar 2016
I fear it, I fear being forgotten. Though the world isn't the best place to be I still fear oblivion. Not the "Fault In Our Stars" oblivion but oblivion as in I fear everything to stop, to stop going in circles and just freeze, but why am I? I wanted it to end but why don't I now? I've started appreciating things much more. I've noticed every little detail, The way the trees sway slightly to the beat of the wind, the way the sky looks like a painting and there are many more above. I notice things that send chills down my spine. I do not want to be forgotten and leave all my memories behind, I don't want a new generation to come by and erase all my prized possessions. I fear being forgotten.
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