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Something is just not right today, I realized. I must have forgotten in a way, I recognized. I won’t be able to end my day, As what I think I forgot is prompting me to stray. What if I’m only anxious? What If it’s just a delay? I mean, I’m sure it will hit my mind someway, But I guess I’m running out of the light of the day. “It must have something to do with tonight” My brains convey. I tried thinking in a different way, I tried putting my thoughts in an array, Yet, my uneasiness would just stay. “Have some food” my mate did say, I had nothing to do but to obey. To the front, right there, was the buffet, But I turned around, traveled towards a café. My sight fell on slogan in a display, “All you need is some Vitamin K!” On the footstep, a waitress was standing almost halfway, To her eyes I looked like some prey, Miserable, dejected, and gloomy was I, all the way. Will she bombard me with a cliché? I stood up, and walked away. I guess it’s in my DNA, That someday, My memory would just pull away.
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
My Memory Pulls Away
Something is just not right today, I realized. I must have forgotten in a way, I recognized. I won’t be able to end my day, As what I think I forgot is prompting me to stray. What if I’m only anxious? What If it’s just a delay? I mean, I’m sure it will hit my mind someway, But I guess I’m running out of the light of the day. “It must have something to do with tonight” My brains convey. I tried thinking in a different way, I tried putting my thoughts in an array, Yet, my uneasiness would just stay. “Have some food” my mate did say, I had nothing to do but to obey. To the front, right there, was the buffet, But I turned around, traveled towards a café. My sight fell on slogan in a display, “All you need is some Vitamin K!” On the footstep, a waitress was standing almost halfway, To her eyes I looked like some prey, Miserable, dejected, and gloomy was I, all the way. Will she bombard me with a cliché? I stood up, and walked away. I guess it’s in my DNA, That someday, My memory would just pull away.
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
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