How odd it would be
to not have the key
to remember the life that I’ve had –
I wouldn’t be me
If all that I see,
Left me wondering, frightened and sad –
Just leave me my thoughts
the trinkets I’ve bought,
and cookies here next to my bed –
I won’t make a peep
I’ll just go in my sleep,
and lay here happily dead.
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