Forgotten

I’m sure nothing reminds you, as it reminds me daily
Like my inner soul feeling every bit of the words, words which are lost
Or the midnight wailing of making my inner self understand how people function.
Sometimes it is those rewind conversations playing up a thousand times in your head.

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