ForgottenA Poem by Natasha Montgomery
It's so very odd to watch the passage of time.
Memories I remember like they happened yesterday, yet, so far out of grasp. I can see things happening in my head, yet, struggle to remember the feeling. Always seeking and never knowing. That is the curse.
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Added on September 28, 2017 Last Updated on September 28, 2017 Author
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