Faded Memory

I always dreamed

that when I died

I would rest

Though somehow 

Now I see

That it's not for the best

To lose my real body

To lose my own self

And become just a thought

Like everyone else

I always knew

That people don't hold on 

Tight to the people that matter

And now that I'm here

I realize my fear

Was that I would fall way too fast

I lose what I thought

I lose what I love

And I lose all the things I believed

Because now that I'm gone

Only a memory

I know things weren't what they seemed

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