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One day I will be gone. My story will end. I will be forgotten. But today. Today I will call old friends That I haven't seen in months. I will play with my dog. Even though she is old and lazy She is still my baby girl. I will eat food that is bad for me, Even knowing that I shouldn't. It makes me happy and tastes so good. I will listen to my best friend Complain about everything in the world While I just listen. It's what I'm for after all. I will dance badly to old music. I will sing along horribly and hope the neighbors don't hear. I will be absolutely content with my lot. I will talk to my brother soon And make fun of his stupid haircut Because that's how I say I love you. I will think about my dad. I will see him next week. He loves me more than he tells. But through all of this I know. Someday. Some far away day. My story will end. As all stories do. Eventually no one will know That I was ever here. But that is what is supposed to happen. I don't need to be remembered. The best stories are lost to time.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
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One day I will be gone. My story will end. I will be forgotten. But today. Today I will call old friends That I haven't seen in months. I will play with my dog. Even though she is old and lazy She is still my baby girl. I will eat food that is bad for me, Even knowing that I shouldn't. It makes me happy and tastes so good. I will listen to my best friend Complain about everything in the world While I just listen. It's what I'm for after all. I will dance badly to old music. I will sing along horribly and hope the neighbors don't hear. I will be absolutely content with my lot. I will talk to my brother soon And make fun of his stupid haircut Because that's how I say I love you. I will think about my dad. I will see him next week. He loves me more than he tells. But through all of this I know. Someday. Some far away day. My story will end. As all stories do. Eventually no one will know That I was ever here. But that is what is supposed to happen. I don't need to be remembered. The best stories are lost to time.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
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