Memory

Sometimes I just want to write

Even if my mind is blank.

I want to keep my words on paper,
My thoughts in ink
So I have a chance
To remember who I was,
When I look back in twenty, thirty years
And that maybe someday,
Many years from now,
Someone might remember me.

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