68 remember me
i hope that when you hear and see things that i spoke of, you will remember me.
67 one point five
1.5 months have passed, and finally, there is no trace of you left.
no texts, no number, no call log.
i shouldn’t care, but i do. good-bye
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65 even though I haven’t heard from you in weeks.
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64 just leave
i’m scared that if i tell you i care
and tell you i worry
you will turn around and leave
me
alone.
instead of telling me you love me
i’d rather have you leave not knowing how much i care
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63 isn’t this so true?
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62 make a difference
They tell us we can make a difference, that we can change lives. They tell us our voices matter. Sometimes I just feel so insignificant. How can my one vote ever matter?
One vote doesn’t always make a difference. But sometimes it does. Sometimes one voice is all you need.
I want to make a difference, a good difference. I don’t want to become hopeless and apathetic. I don’t want to be satisfied with what I have. I want to always seek to be better, to always do more, to always care and be passionate.
I’m scared I’ll give up; I’m scared I’ll be the one who says, ‘nothing you do matters, there will always be problems in this world.’
There will always be problems in this world. And there will always be an opportunity to make better changes.
61 no faith
I guess I still want to fall in love. I just don’t have any faith in it ever happening.
60 impressions
how can a stranger have left such an impression?
you shouldn’t be allowed to care so much about someone who doesn’t even remember who you are, it just hurts too much.
why’d you disappear?
59 like everyone else
i know a year from now, maybe months or even just weeks, i’ll look back at how i felt and shrug, because i always do.
i’ll wonder why it was a big deal and i’ll tell myself ‘oh well’. i’ll probably always wonder why our paths crossed at all, just like i have with everyone else. it won’t care enough to wish or not wish our paths crossed again; maybe i’ll have forgotten you enough to where i won’t recognize you again. most likely i’ll remember you, because you made an impression.
but right now, right now i wish we’d never met. right now i wish i wasn’t wishing. right now i don’t want to feel this dumb. i don’t want to wait for someone i just met. i don’t want to hope to hear from a stranger i’ve seen twice. i don’t want to remember someone who doesn’t think of me. i don’t want this irrational me waiting for someone who’s just like everyone else.
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