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By Oreos
In a few months
I will become nothing but a faint memory.
When you think of me, you will smile to yourself
And wonder what a sweet contradiction I was.
What sort of a person gives even when they have not,
Laughs when their heart's numb,
And loves when they receive none in return?
In a few years
You’d probably wonder what killed my spark
Or maybe not.
Maybe you wouldn’t think of me at all.
But I will think of you, and fondly too.
As a soul whose touch once felt like home
The one person I could unapologetically be myself around.
About the Poet: Oreos is an art enthusiast who uses her work to express herself on a deeper level than her words ever could.
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