I fear being the one to mourn forever
How terrifying it is to be the one who remembers
To be the one still greviving the childhood I've lost
Were you disappointed when you got to know me?
Is loving me the hardest thing you've had to do?
Did I ask to much or too little?
I'll never truly know.
This is my birth right: to remember
To feel too deeply and too long.
Everything touches me.
I drag my childhood behind me
Like a corpse
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