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Jun 2014
If I die tomorrow,
Will anyone remember me?
What would they even remember me for?
Would they remember the good things?
The bad things?
Or would they not remember anything at all?
Would everything I was fade away,
Until there’s nothing left?
No one wants to be forgotten,
And neither do I,
But what do I want to be remembered for?
The good things?
The bad things?
I want to be remembered for who I was
And who I wasn't.
I want to make an impression,
To make a difference.
I want to be known for something important,
But also for all the trivial things,
How I always seemed to have my foot in my mouth
How easily I’d get off topic
How I’d put everything off until the last minute.
I want to be known for both
My good
My bad
I want to set an example,
Be respected,
Be someone you could look up to.
I want to be known as someone who
Dreamed and Did,
Someone who made what they wanted happen.
I guess that I’m not where I want to be quite yet,
But I know I’ll get there,
Creative writing project for school.
It had me up all night trying to write something that meant something, not just something that I thought would get me a decent grade.
One of two.
Kay Tailor
Written by
Kay Tailor  New York
(New York)   
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