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May 2017
I used to think
All that mattered
Was to be remembered
When I die

But now I’ve realised
There is beauty
In being swiftly forgotten
When life passes by
I won’t be anything then
Except dirt on the ground
My life, my love, my misery
A gift – shared only with you
Written by
Tap Head  21/M/United Kingdom
(21/M/United Kingdom)   
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