Forgotten I'm trying to find myself In the cardboard boxes that fill your attic, All I find is the dust and decay Of the things that you have forgotten, Have you forgotten? About all the memories that fill these boxes, All the good, bad, sad, rotten, And me, The forgotten.
Respect!
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