They say your life flashes before your eyes
In the moment that you die.
But for me it goes on and on
Every moment seems as if it is my last.
But it never is.....
Memories may be depressing.
but in their own way they lift me up.
Making daisy chains on the day my grandfather died
Crying at the loss of my best friend.
Stopping for a moment for no reason,
but to think how lucky i am to have my friends.
The tears i shed in the long hours before morning
They are me. My memories are the real me.
You know, i never thought i would last this long
But here I am......
I suppose i never realised how important my life is to me
And how much beauty there is in the world.
Even if it is surrounded by pain. |
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