11I reread the poem I wrote.
Is it odd to say I still think,
a fleeting thought?
I sometimes worry,
but I know you know the world isn't all.
There was me,
What and me?
It was a silly thought.
But the one thing I still remember:
the words I wrote for you.
A/N: What in the world am I doing with my soul. Merry 2016 everyone.
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