If I died right now,
Would you notice?
Or would you turn a blind eye?
Usually I'm fine with you.
Like the last few times.
Doubt me if you must.
Don't judge me,
Or forgett me for that matter.
And I realize
Nothing has been going right
Your always sad,
The thhought of you being happy
Helps me through the endless days.
I just don't want to be forgotten.
No, I honestly don't think I'm overreacting
Getting over my past.
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