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Jun 2018
When do we begin to know who we are, when we become aware of our own living,
When memories start to form and we live in nostalgia,
When we finally understand memories as remembering.
Remembering what I don’t know.
The birth is similar to the death;
They are not remembered by their moments owner
Just the surrounding people and air.
Callum Foulds
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Callum Foulds  19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire
(19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire)   
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