voices echo softly behind earbuds
through the classical overtones of under ripened feelings and over grown remorse
empty reverberations inside
between walls holding entities who eternity has left behind
and salvation has forgotten
I want you to remember me as more than someone who
criticized our existence and tripped over my own words
see me for who I am
for who I was
for who I can be
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