One day, I’ll be gone.
Without saying any goodbye.
It doesn’t mean I’m done.
I just didn’t say my bye bye.
Unrememberable presence.
Forgettable existence.
No story to tell.
Name won’t ring a bell.
Will never be written in your history.
No space in your memory.
Removed from reality.
Not even apart of fantasy.
The Love Language: “I am left alone”
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