Somehow,
even when I forget who I am
and I detest who I’ve been,
You remember me.
You remember the person I’ve forgotten,
the one that feels so long gone.
You remember the moments past,
but to You, they’re not much long ago,
for Your years are ancient
and are in the depth of time itself.
When I can’t remember myself,
and I miss who I was,
You see me.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
Somehow,
even when I forget who I am
and I detest who I’ve been,
You remember me.
You remember the person I’ve forgotten,
the one that feels so long gone.
You remember the moments past,
but to You, they’re not much long ago,
for Your years are ancient
and are in the depth of time itself.
When I can’t remember myself,
and I miss who I was,
You see me.
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