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Remember Me?
Written by Cassie C.
Remember me?
We met at a party.
When I was much younger.
You were my best friend.
Always there to lift my up.
Always there to make me laugh.
Always there to help me not care, Nor to cry:
I was always the life of the party.
You numbed me from reality.
From the hurt, and pain inside.
You made me forget the bad, and only think of you.
You and the good you came with.
Or so I thought.
Because at the end.
You took more than everything away.
You took…
Me.
Published in A New Leaf – April 2025
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