#rough?

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A poem by me.

I’m a person.

Shocker?

Yeah. Me too.

But.

I’m a person.

And people usually forget

People.

So don’t get too attached.

We’re all going to grow up.

Graduate.

Get big jobs.

Get out of whatever hell we’re in.

Meet new people.

And do whatever we want.

And forget.

At least for a little while.

Or maybe forever.

Depends.

So,

You may know me now.

But you may not know me

In a week.

A month.

A year.

A decade.

I’m just a person.

A person that is

Forgettable.

And I’m ok with that.

At least people saw me,

And knew me,

And listened to my rants,

Once upon a time.

But if you do remember me

One sunny day.

Maybe even a rainy day.

I hope it’s all good memories.

And if it’s not,

I am so sorry.

I didn’t mean to harm

Anyone.

And yet again.

I’m a person.

A forgettable,

Uh, well...let's see...

you LOOK awful soft to me