sometimes i miss the people who remember old me
who would call my old name
and who would know how i was when i was 17
who would remember how my old town was like
i am scared of losing, not remembering, not knowing them
but they are quietly fading away
i don't see them behind these vividly glowing things
today i started to worry
whether i am going to loose these like i did
miss like i do
then it seems enough reason to hold myself here
22/06/2009
11/06/2009
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