I noticed a lady sitting across from me today.
See, she had a worn face from living hard, and tough hands from working harder.
And her piercing eyes, they screamed five words:
Don't let me be forgotten.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
I noticed a lady sitting across from me today.
See, she had a worn face from living hard, and tough hands from working harder.
And her piercing eyes, they screamed five words:
Don't let me be forgotten.
Just a short thought.
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